The two held eye contact; however, Michael could not help but feel uneasy. It seemed like even if he used all his trump cards, the battle might still end with him losing.
Despite this being a newly ascended Bishop, her strength was still great—Tier 3. She was practically a whole tier above him now.
But there had to be some loopholes. Can one really gain such strength without a price, especially when their mana was tainted by those dark threads?
'And so is hers... huh?' Michael inspected the woman before him, and to his surprise, her threads were not pure black like the others. Instead, they held a faint silvery color that he could not quite grasp the depth of.
There was also something else off. The woman gave him a sense of familiarity, but he could not remember meeting her anywhere.
