Black magic.

A power to control people to do your bidding.

�Whether we kill people in order to make black despair or control people and play with their lives.�

Tap.

Bernard stopped walking.

Ooooooooong-

Black mana was roaring like whirlwinds in both of his hands.

�It is the greatness of black magic that allows you to control many things at once. It is worlds apart from a necromancer who only plays with bones.�

He could see Mary�s fingers.

Her ugly hands were moving nonstop.

Baaaaang! Bang! Bang!

She was moving her hands and controlling the White Bone Dragon and the wyverns so that they could break through the black barrier.

However, her limits as a necromancer were preventing her from winning against black magic.

�Alright then, I guess it is time to call my true enemy over.�

Bernard moved his gaze away from Mary.

It moved past Saint Jack and the brown-robed individual next to him and stopped somewhere.

He was looking at an empty spot in the air.

�Come out, little Dragon.�

He could feel the faint presence of the young Dragon since a while ago.

It was the same Dragon that had been with Cale Henituse at the Whipper Kingdom�s battle.

It was the existence that he had seen and felt while he was in Honte�s body.

�Hurry up and come out.�

Bernard started to have a crazed look in his eyes.

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