Another new day had proven to be difficult. Even though Vexana’s team had claimed victory, destroying yet another enemy turret and gaining additional power, the sorceress felt drained.

Upon returning home—more precisely, to the Shadow Realm, where she dwelled against her will—she headed toward her castle. Along the way, ghostly silhouettes flickered, whispering unclear words and pleas.

Vexana paid them no attention; to her, they played no role right now—unless it was on the battlefield. Once back in her chambers, she placed a hand on her head and sat down on her bed.

“This day… That Alice drained all my energy,”

Vexana muttered in a weary voice, closing her eyes—if only for a moment. Soon, she opened her icy blue eyes again and spoke more resolutely:

“I still need to come up with a strategy and new spells for the next battle.”

She raised her hand to summon her loyal servant. A bright blue flash lit up the room, and within seconds, a spirit appeared before her.