When the outside world saw what was happening beyond the shimmering light curtain, an uproar erupted.
The moment the Domain manifested, shock rippled through the crowd—gasps filled the air, eyes widened, and whispers of disbelief spread like wildfire.
Everyone knew: domain skills were extraordinary abilities, typically reserved for elite space-type professionals. These were the powers that could bend the rules of battle, shift entire tides of war, and mark the wielder as a master of their class.
But Luceris… she had summoned an immense crystal domain—effortlessly.
Could it be that she, was—
"Impossible…" Solenne Virel, a respected elder from Veld Academy, stood abruptly, her chest heaving with disbelief.
Even she, a seasoned space-user, hadn't grasped her first domain technique until well past Level 90. The skill required far more than mana—it demanded the strength to impose one's will upon the very fabric of reality.
There was no way a girl under Level 50—like Luceris—should be able to do this.
And yet, nothing about Luceris' performance matched the mold of a space-class wielder.
Could a space user truly fight with such fluid aggression?
Could they strike with such precision, speed, and overwhelming force?
Solenne's thoughts churned. She couldn't comprehend it. None of them could.
Luceris defied every known classification: the agility of an assassin, the devastating might of a high-tier mage, wide-area devastation—and now, domain control.
She was a true hexagonal warrior: perfectly balanced, ruthlessly efficient.
"This girl holds many secrets," murmured Robert Judge, his gaze sharp and contemplative. "We need to speak with her once she leaves the instance."
The others nodded in agreement. Curiosity had turned to obsession—not only with her class or skills, but also with the mysterious origin of her glowing weapon.
No one believed she came from an unknown background. Everything about her screamed extraordinary.
Just then, Mr. Duan returned from his call, his face unreadable—torn between tension and revelation.
Everyone turned to him at once.
Juann' Vels asked urgently, "Mr. Duan, did you learn anything?"
Mr. Duan was silent for a beat before responding in a low, measured voice.
"As for the sacred relics… my contact says: soon, all knights will be fully equipped."
Silence fell like a weight.
Full sacred armaments?
The group stared at him in disbelief. Mr. Duan's voice trembled faintly with restrained awe:
"There's no speculation here. In Tranquenhold… they're on the verge of mass-producing holy-grade weapons."
The silence grew denser. Disbelief tangled with dread.
They were no strangers to the crafting of relics—they were high-ranking leaders with access to elite blacksmiths and high-tier materials. They knew better than anyone how arduous, volatile, and resource-consuming the forging of sacred artifacts was.
It demanded both expert craftsmanship and rare, nearly mythical materials. Most attempts ended in failure and ruin. Even middle-sized factions couldn't bear the cost of repeated failures.
And yet… They...
When had they become so powerful?
Had they uncovered a new dungeon? Some divine resource?
Even hearing it firsthand, none of them fully believed it. Already, they were preparing to contact their own sources, desperate to verify the claim.
Because if Tranquenhold could truly mass-produce sacred relics…
That would shift the balance of power across the continent.
Robert Judge furrowed his brows. "And the girl? The one inside the instance—did your contact learn anything about her?"
Again, all eyes turned to Mr. Duan.
He exhaled, visibly burdened. "Her case is even more bizarre. My contact couldn't locate any trace of her."
"What?" someone muttered. "You mean… nothing?"
Mr. Duan shook his head. "I ran the photos through every channel. There's no match. It's as if she doesn't exist in the system."
Robert's voice sharpened. "Encrypted file?"
Mr. Duan gave a thin, tired smile. "Encryption below Level A is easy to break. With enough finesse, you can still access basics. But even my contact couldn't retrieve anything."
"…Which means her file is protected under Level A or higher."
A stunned breath passed through the gathering.
A-level clearance?
That level of classification was reserved for individuals protected by the state—national treasures, key figures of strategic importance.
And Luceris… was a teenage girl.
None of them questioned Mr. Duan's conclusion—because they all understood what it meant.
To hold A-level protection, the girl must be backed by power far beyond what any of them could see.
While the high-ranking observers stood frozen in thought, overwhelmed by the implications, the common audience members had long stopped caring about their reactions.
They continued watching the battle inside the light curtain, captivated.
—
Within the Flawless Dome, Luceris reigned supreme.
The goblins, sensing doom, tried to flee—but there was no escape. Every exit was sealed, the crystal walls unyielding.
Galen Skylar and Celene Sirra stood in awe of the sight, but neither wasted time.
"Nice one~!" Galen called out, eyes gleaming with admiration.
Luceris didn't answer. She simply drew another glowing arrow and loosed it into the dome.
The charged projectile flew fast and true, refracting through the crystal walls but never losing its momentum.
The chamber shimmered as goblins collapsed one by one—blinded, broken, helpless.
"Let's give them a perfect ending," Luceris whispered.
Then she leapt into the air, her silken robes fluttering like petals, pink hair catching the light like fire.
Her form spun midair—a dance of elegance and power—as a storm of arrows cascaded from the heavens.
Light flooded the dome.
Goblins were annihilated beneath the brilliance. Even the ground itself seemed to glow with her radiance.
In that moment, Luceris wasn't just a warrior.
She was divine.
A flawless goddess descending in a storm of light.
And her image—graceful, radiant, and absolute—was burned into the hearts of everyone who watched.
[Ding!]
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