"Owen, how about you hand it over? And maybe apologize?"
Feeling the increasingly terrifying divine presence, Diana quickly sent a telepathic message to Owen, her voice tinged with fear.
Facing a god-tier mage!
Even someone as carefree as her couldn't help but feel a tinge of dread.
If they were only up against the four ghost generals and Princess Victoria, while it would be a tough situation, she had already made some preparations, and it might not be impossible to fight or escape.
However, a mysterious mage with such terrifying power was a completely different story. For mages like them, it was an overwhelming, insurmountable force.
As Diana sent her telepathic message to Owen, the lens on Princess Victoria's neck suddenly gathered golden specks of light, resembling clusters of fireflies, gradually forming into an illusory finger.
"To die under my finger is an honor you should be proud of."
