Arlos sprinted through the snowfield, her stumbling steps stirring up a flurry of white particles around her.0

"What is it?!" Jukaken shouted from behind, scrambling after Arlos without knowing why.0

"I lined up the tracking locations with the magic circle without giving it much thought," Arlos replied. "But when I looked again, the places where Deculein died seemed strange."0

Deculein’s mana was special. Although all those who ascend to the highest realms possess something rare, even among them, Deculein was singular—unique in the purest sense of the word. Deculein’s mana, mirroring his original form, neither faded nor fractured but remained anchored in place, waiting—ever faithful—for the master's return.0

"Deculein is mapping out a magic circuit with his own bodies," Arlos added. "Which means, I think I know where he'll die next."2

"With his own bodies?" Jukaken replied, his brow furrowing.0

"That's damn right. And Gerek’s cooperating with it," Arlos said.0

"... Bullshit. Gerek, with Deculein?"0

Arlos nodded.2

Somewhere along the way, Deculein must have reached out to Gerek for cooperation, and no other explanation could piece together what followed.0

"It must have been Gerek—the one who first found Deculein, passed him the magic theory, and told him what to do next."0

Gerek's extrasensory perception outmatched that of any living being on the continent—not only in sight, hearing, and smell, but also in all five senses, as well as physical ability, cognitive ability, and perceptual ability. Being such a monster, even Sylvia's vision could possibly be deceived with little effort.0

"But there’s no fucking way that he would cooperate with...0