Ramin Solost Muel also knew well about the chosen ones. She had met one in person and used to think that she might be one in the past, but of course, she then thought it was closer to a delusion for a longer time.4

‘I was chosen?’0

The spirit of Demonic Magic disappeared without a trace, as suddenly as when it had appeared and spoken to her in her mind. However, the sensation still lingered in Ramin's body. It flowed up her fingertips and toes, climbed up her spine, and swept up through her mind.0

It seemed that Mahim was unaware of Ramin’s change.0

‘On purpose.’0

It was customary for veterans to keep the gifts they received hidden because learning about their gifts would give the opponent the ability to respond accordingly. And it seemed that the spirit of Demonic Magic had given Ramin her gift secretly for the same reason.0

'I'll end this with the next strike.'0

Ramin didn't even have enough energy or blood to continue the battle.0

She dodged the Minotaur Mahim’s ax and pushed her sword into Mahim's chest.0

‘Things aren’t so difficult until now.’0

So far, diving into Mahim's space hadn’t...0