The power to unleash a Third Level Spell like the Snow Rainstorm to such an extent, combined with the strong tangible aura of a dragon, makes the identity of the person before me quite obvious.
"White Dragon Mage Aiel."
"Oh? It seems you've heard of me."
"With your abilities, you shouldn't be an obscure figure in the Harpers Alliance. Tell me, who are you?" Casting the Slow Fall Spell, Aiel floated down from the third floor of the castle.
Although the opponent wasn't Raine, the Harpers Alliance also piqued his interest to make a move.
If he could capture the opponent alive, it would count as redeeming himself in front of Lord Siegfried.
Moreover, having just absorbed a dose of White Dragon's Blood, Aiel, whose power had significantly increased, was looking for a formidable opponent to test his skills.
