Albeit brief, the Lords had begun to rely on Ember over time.
Ever since she stalked the illusions that they were powering up at the outer ring, only to ambush them, slay them, absorb their power, and team up with the cultivators to kill the Guardian Serpent, she had been by their side.
Without a doubt, the flame-born illusion had formed the strongest bond with Michael. She had helped him kill his own mimic and later served as a mount after they entered the core ring of the Light Kingdom.
After peeking into his mind, she had learned their tongue. Later, they had traded knowledge, both parties benefiting from each other immensely.
Truly, if not for their alliance, they might never have reached this far.
A real shame.
Ember had to die now.
Michael took a deep breath, closing the interface of the system.
Honestly, the Iskra Titan had surprised him. He hadn't expected to be pitted against the fox.
