When Wilda heard the response, her eyes widened in disbelief beneath her veil.
She had harbored a glimmer of hope, believing that Elena might have falsely claimed it was the Saint Master's order. After all, there was no reason for the Saint Master to let disciples who had already entered the sacred lands fight each other to the death, as it would result in losses for Monington.
But Morris and others' words confirmed it was indeed the Saint Master's command.
Why would the Saint Master have such a demand?
Elena's shock was palpable, her disbelief mirrored in her wide eyes. She had entirely made it up, yet it turned out to be true.
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