In the darkness, the Necromancer rose to his feet.
He struggled to move his creaking body and opened his mouth.
"You've grown."
The Necromancer could see it clearly.
Although the scene was inaccurate as he saw it through the Wyvern’s eyes rather than his own, there was one thing he could be certain of.
The flame in Ian's sword had grown stronger.
And above all.
"The swordsmanship of the Ignis family."
The sinister voice of the Necromancer dropped low.
He knew the swordsmanship of the Ignis family better than anyone.
It was an unforgettable swordsmanship.
He would probably never forget that swordsmanship until he died.
'Jeriem the Emperor, and Ignis...'
The Necromancer tapped his head.
He couldn't help but question it.
'How?'
He...
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