The terrible poison-coated blade… the dagger that Eidolon had commissioned for practically an arm and a leg… had failed to reach its target.
He couldn't believe it!
The Keeper was supposed to be on the verge of death.
How was she still so strong?
Eidolon would have never accepted this mission if he knew she still had this much strength left in her. He shivered, a sense of primal fear overwhelming him.
It was so extreme, so severe… that the spectral wraith unconsciously relinquished control over his Magic Class, returning to his tangible form.
"You'll have to do better than that."
The Keeper smiled, flinging away his dagger with just a thought.
Somehow, that only made Eidolon even more afraid.
Abruptly, the old woman's aura flared, bearing down on him like a mountain. His bones groaned. Suddenly, Eidolon felt like he had been transported to an entirely separate space.
His pupils constricted.
'…Domain.'
