Darkness loomed.

The sword in Hannah's hand began to draw in a darkness capable of extinguishing all the lights in the study.

Rumble…

A slight tremor vibrated through the room, gradually snuffing out the candles one by one, beckoning Loen’s sword as he hesitated.

"What have you done?"

Loen asked Hannah, his voice filled with unease. What on earth had she done? The black aura was a symbol of impurity.

For a swordmaster, to see an aura formed by the wind of a sword take on such an ominous hue, there was only one explanation.

‘Black magic.’

Loen, with trembling …