Can the sadness that magic cannot take away be offset by love?

In the magic moves that took turns occupying the field of vision, Ernest's attacks became more and more sharp and fierce, while Sally's counterattacks were few and far between. She basically relied on the protective shield to deal with the opponent, but no one would underestimate her accumulation of power.

When the first crack appeared in Sally's last defensive shield, it was like a signal that triggered layer upon layer of reactions from everyone. The feathers on Iris's back suddenly became hot. She moved her mind, flapped her wings, and flew towards the position she had already chosen.

High above the tower, the white feathers fluttering behind the bee gradually crumbled to ash in the flames. Suddenly, the wind picked up, even blowing Sally's turquoise braids up. The white feathers and ash were blown away. Between the sparks and the cracks, beside Ernest—or rather, above the entire tower—endless crimson petals surged upwards, like waves, layer upon layer. Sally and Ernest's vision was instantly filled with endless petals. At the same time, the pungent fragrance of the flowers permeated their nostrils, making them both feel briefly drowsy and dizzy.

On the ninety-ninth floor of the tower, the ice magician landed lightly on the ground. A golden petal, no bigger than a fingernail and filled with magical energy, landed on her eyelashes. The petals that obscured everyone's vision became transparent projections in her eyes, without affecting her sight at all.

Dense space cracks are still distributed everywhere, constantly swallowing up the flying petals, but they only occupy a tiny fraction of the petals that fill the entire sky.

The two facing mages simultaneously guarded against their opponents and took measures to deal with this anticipated emergency. With great effort, Ernest managed to crack Sally's shield before she finished charging. He couldn't afford to lose focus; he needed to eliminate Sally before she could unleash her ultimate. With his staff poised, even the distractions from the other contestants wouldn't be enough to distract him.

But in the midst of his busy work, Ernest suddenly noticed an indescribable strangeness. He moved his eyes slightly, trying to find the source of his uneasy sixth sense among the dense cluster of petals around him.

At this moment, the moves on one end of his staff were ready, so he had to temporarily suppress the doubts in his heart, narrowed his eyes slightly, and found the right angle to launch an attack on Sallyste.

The flames swept towards the female mage in front, burning through all the petals in its path.

Watching the petals surrounding the flames ignite layer by layer, expanding the burning area, Sally's face darkened as she suddenly realized something. The sudden appearance of the petals provided ample fuel for the flame magic. As long as the petals continued to envelop her, she would most likely be surrounded by them and burned to ashes.

It was obvious that the other contestants were deliberately targeting her during her confrontation with Ernest. She knew these people wouldn't just sit there and wait for them to beat one opponent to the punch, leaving the other temporarily victorious to deal with them.

But her last layer of defense was about to be broken through. Sally gritted her teeth and thought that it would be better to team up with Ernest to eliminate everyone else at the beginning, and then concentrate on dealing with each other.

But did she intend to use the power of other players to deal with Ernest? If they really cooperated, could she trust her cooperation with Ernest from the beginning and even ensure that neither of them, including herself, would break the contract in advance?

In this situation, faced with the huge temptation of interests, no one can truly trust their opponent.

...None of this matters anymore, Sally thought, it will all be over soon.

She opened her palm and grasped her emerald staff. This custom-made staff, crafted entirely from azure magic jade, had been passed down from the first head of the Wilmington family. It had accompanied the family's first ancestors as they expanded their territory, and had witnessed the growth, succession, continuation, and even expansion and strengthening of the family's lifeline through generations of heirs. Now, under her control, it would help her forge a broader and longer-term path for the family.

A pale blue light shone around her, and the mage's emerald pupils grew brighter as time passed, until Ernest could still see her eyes glowing like burning blue flames through layers of petals.

...The timing was incredibly tight. Just as the flames were about to reach her, Sallysette had finished charging. The next step was a matter of who could react faster.

The fire mage's eyes were fixed on the female mage's movements. Suddenly, he saw through the firelight that the blue-haired mage gave him a strange smile.

It was as if his nerves were instantly stimulated by lightning. He felt something in his heart and turned around suddenly. The first thing that caught his eye was the arrow tip with a cold glow under the cover of a group of red petals.

The familiar bow and arrow [Feather] was pulled open in the gray-haired wizard's hand, and the arrow was pointed directly at his head. Based on his experience, she was aiming at his temple, a place where the arrow would kill him if it touched him.

The bow and arrow she used to kill him was the one she had gotten when they had divided the loot.

(The next chapter, Chapter 244, is after Chapter 213. Please check the table of contents. I mistakenly selected Volume when I posted it, and I can't change it back. Every time it says the change was successful, it turns out the change wasn't made. I'm mad as hell. I'm at my wit's end. Tomato, are you developing software based on bugs?)