PAID

"What… is that weapon?"

"No idea. I've never seen anything like it."

Even the Yiren Tribe, renowned as top-tier weapon forgers, knew little about the golden spear in Rosvisser's hands.

But Taros and Karl recognized it instantly—

It was the very thing their master had commanded them to find in Samael—

"The Key of Kronos—why is it in that dragon's hands?"

Taros tightened his grip on his black great scythe.

Just moments ago, he had mocked Rosvisser for fighting without a weapon, calling her a primitive savage—

But now, the aura emanating from that spear made even him uneasy.

Karl's brows furrowed as he replayed the moment before the ice mountain had crashed down.

"Could it be… that white-haired girl?"

"What do you mean? Are you saying the key we've been desperately searching for… is a second-reincarnated being?"

"I'm not sure, but from what happened just now, that girl is definitely connected to the Key of Kronos."

Karl’s eyes darkened as he turned toward Rosvisser.

His voice grew heavier.

"But regardless of what it is… our mission just got a whole lot more complicated."

—

From a distance, Rosvisser lowered her gaze to the golden spear in her hands.

The silver shaft was etched with golden patterns, radiating a noble, divine presence.

Even from a simple grip, Rosvisser could feel the immense power surging through it.

This wasn’t modern magic.

It wasn’t even Primordial Force.@@novelbin@@

It was something completely different—a new kind of power entirely.

"Xiaoxue…"

No one else had noticed—