Azanlin's POV
Facing Adolfa's illusion was one of the most difficult challenges I've encountered—not just as the Sorcerer King, but as the head of the Witches' Council. That illusion... it wasn't just a trick. It was a warning. And it nearly ended me.
I stood tall beside Ugarh, my most trusted companion. "There are two core magical forces embedded in my soul," I said, my voice steady, filled with strength and purpose.
Ugarh nodded, arms folded across his chest. "Your soul magic is unlike any other. But that illusion, Azanlin... it had power. Real power. If that was just a shadow of her, what would her true self be like?"
"Exactly," I replied. "That's why we must study her. Understand her. Every movement, every spell. We can't afford to underestimate Adolfa."
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