Seeing that the original spellbook holder was relentlessly advancing towards her, Catherine controlled the beast-shaped flesh mass beneath her and retreated, while her anxious mind rapidly deliberated the current strategy.
Today, achieving victory was no longer possible.
To continue with the faction's plan, she had to think of a way.
Even if she were to die here, the organization's original spellbook could not fall into the hands of this group of enemies.
Thus, the original spellbook holder of the "Primordial Witch Association" looked around her.
The spell that split the space had shattered Ronald's previously arranged black mist, so through these messy gaps, Catherine immediately assessed the situation of the beach.
To the right was a seaside forest not yet trodden by anyone; the Caster who had earlier withdrawn from the battlefield of the "Nine Commandments Secret Meeting" stood there, his somber gaze giving nothing away about his current stance;
