Veronica gasped, the fierce wind making the Empire's Female War God's blue hair flutter wildly. She turned her head, "The Book of Mavikat possesses Near God power. We're no match for him; we need to find a way to retreat first."
"It's too late," Brand gritted his teeth and said, "Running means certain death. Counterattacking gives us a sliver of hope."
"How do we counterattack?"
"Though the Book of Mavikart shares a lineage with the Supreme Power of Chaos, it's ultimately inferior to the Dragon of Dusk. Especially since its wielder is merely a mortal like Anman, we still have a chance," Brand explained calmly.
"How do you know?" Veronica's jade-colored eyes curiously regarded Brand.
"Previously, Anman used words to stall for time with you. You must have noticed, so I guess the book also has an interval between spells," he surmised.
