1025 Dance of Blades (Part One)

The Monarch started walking forward, his steps graceful and quiet. 

For the briefest of moments, doubt invaded Ree's mind. 

She didn't hear that person's steps, at all! 

Did that mean the Monarch was a Martialist like she was? 

No! He had to be a Caster! Only Pure Casters had the mana circuits to cast forbidden, elf-controlling Domination magics.

Even if he was a Martial Caster, he wouldn't have the mana reserves to cast high-level Spells in succession.

Ree slapped her face with both palms... then she stood up straight, crossing her arms. 

Magic? Martial arts? It didn't matter what stood in her way. 

She came to get revenge, not to cower in fear. 

Ree raised her chin, "Come at me, bro."

The Flamebriar Monarch stopped ten paces away from her. His height had diminished to only a few ilms taller than her... but his presence screamed a danger that made her hesitate to attack.