“What? We failed?”

Marquis Falkenheim furrowed his brows in disbelief.

Of the knights he had dispatched to Swipel’s domain, only two had returned. And even they had come back with their mana cores shattered.

“No… How could he…?”

The force he had sent had included top-ranking knights, and Swipel’s own knights had fought alongside them. Not even a transcendent should have been able to face such overwhelming power head-on and emerge victorious. He had personally reviewed battle scenarios involving the transcendent under his command countless times.

After summoning his strategists and listening to the full report, Falkenheim ground his teeth.

“Gascot… That idiot…”