"Elsa, don't destroy the body, I have a use for it."
Ronan spoke lightly, then raised his right hand, gently drawing a dark golden line in the air.
The line of dark gold instantly expanded into a torrent of dark-colored metal, splitting into dozens of streams, rushing in different directions below like fierce pythons.
The low murmuring of the ancient ice dragon responded to Ronan's words.
When the last wizard of the Ancient Witch Revival Association was cleared out, Ronan stepped forward, slowly landing in front of two grey-robed figures.
"Three Towers above."
The leading grey-robed figure had eyes as deep and tranquil as the black moon, though at this moment they were filled with a complex and indescribable expression.
Ronan responded with the Spirit Lake's greeting, and the latter looked at him, softly speaking: "The prophet left something for you."
Ronan was startled, then slowly nodded.
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