The white-robed woman understood Stephen's secret signal immediately.
Without hesitation, she leapt backward, retreating behind the other mages and gathering her mana in a rapid burst. A heartbeat later, she vanished, teleporting thousands of miles away in a blinding flash of light.
But her escape was short-lived.
At the very same moment, the crimson longsword-shaped staff—previously suspended high above Stephen's head like the Sword of Damocles—disappeared into thin air.
Then, in an instant, it reappeared in the hand of the flame-haired woman.
Only now, something new adorned its tip.
A freshly torn, blood-drenched heart.
The heart of the white-robed woman.
Gasps filled the air. All the Legendary Mages watching could not help but suck in a collective breath.
That white-robed woman, Stephen's right hand, had undoubtedly been a Legendary mage in her own right. She had managed to teleport thousands of miles away, an incredible feat in itself.
