Yasmin brought out a special artifact, something the king had given her after the first trial, only to use it if she were truly facing an unbeatable adversary. An artifact that she had been feeding her mana day and night ever since she became a seeker.

The moment she activated it, it felt like an endless wave of mana filled her reserves, ready at her command. She felt so much power coursing through her veins that she might actually be able to kill that beast.

Fenrir, meanwhile, gazed at her with interest. The creature, despite its savage nature, was not foolish; in fact, it was quite intelligent. The immortal wolf was deliberately letting her prepare because the Ragnarok beast thrived in battle.

Only when the adversary was strong did it feel truly exhilarated upon victory and devour the enemy’s corpse to increase its strength.

Yasmin’s expression strained under the near infinite source of mana at her beck and call, which would only last for a short period of time. She did not change her aspect because it was impossible to contend with Fenrir in terms of physical might.

She did not dally and immediately attacked with countless instantaneous destructive Arcane spells, each one of which, when normally used, would be enough to drain more than half of her mana reserves. Still, with the momentary endless pool of mana, she did not hold back.

Only with magic was there a chance. The only way she could get out of here alive was to injure both of Ragnarok’s eyes, which were the only weak part in its body. Then she could run away, as the other sensory abilities of the Beast had a certain range.

Fenrir did not dodge a single one of her devastating magic attacks, even though the wolf had the speed to do so. It was too arrogant to do that. The beast howled incessantly; just the sonic wave radiating from the howls was enough to cancel out many of her attacks.

While the Beast’s sheer physical might tanked other attacks of hers. Often getting gruesomely injured. But in just a few seconds at most, the beast would heal like nothing ever happened.

Yasmin did not lose her cool; her target was obvious: the eyes of the beast. The only weak part of its body, that would take a great amount of time to heal, and by the time the beast healed its eye, she would be long gone, she would be gone with Enrick.

Though Fenrir would be able to track its Conjurer, Yasmin was confident that she might be able to invalidate that connection at least for the time necessary to get out of the battlefield, and once out of the battlefield.

One of the 5th phase seekers would easily be able to take care of the Beast. She surmised in her mind. But she had not yet targeted Fenrir’s eyes, because that would be foolish; the wolf’s intelligence could not be underestimated.

So, she was waiting, mostly attacking the creature’s stomach. The moment there was the slightest opening, she would cast the perfect form of magic that would pierce through Fenrir’s pupils, before it could even blink.

Just like she predicted, due to the arrogance of Fenrir, the creature let its guard down, not protecting its head or eyes. She chanted, "Twin Flame Piercer."

Two strands of flaming projectiles appeared right above her head; they were as thin as toothpicks, but the power contained in those projectiles was the amalgamation of everything Yasmin could muster at a moment.

Many of her mana pathways exploded due to the sheer strain she was forcing upon them. And then...

SHIN!!!

SHIN!!!

The thin, unnoticeable flame projectiles pierced straight through the two eyes of the Wolf, penetrating directly through the brain. But Ragnarok Beast did not die; it merely howled in wretched agony.

Yasmin grimaced. What sort of monster was this wolf that it could continue as if nothing had happened while its brain was pierced?

For a few seconds, she could not cast magic anymore, as she had strained herself too much; the artifact would also run out of its effect in perhaps 30 more seconds.

Just as she was about to look for her little brother.

She felt danger coming from behind. As she turned, she witnessed a bloody figure dashing towards her with a murderous gaze. There was only ten meters of distance between them.

Of course, it was none other than Enrick himself. For the first time, her own gaze turned vicious towards Enrick. As she thought coldly, ’I was thinking of saving you. But you continue to try to kill me.’

She realized in an instant that Enrick was perhaps just waiting for the right opportunity to come and kill her. ’Fine then, brother, don’t blame me for not showing you mercy. I will seriously injure you and drag you away.’

Blood came out of her mouth, but she forced herself to use a powerful magic once more, which would be enough to seriously injure Enrick. A missile of glowing fire went towards Enrick, but the latter barely managed to dodge it.

He jumped high in the sky, Yasmin snorted, just as she was about to blast him at blank range, and yet....

Squelch....

Enrick’s rune sword pierced straight through her stomach, and both figures fell. Yasmin screamed in pain, disbelief written all over her face.

The attack she was about to launch did not manifest; the artifact that had been providing her with a near-endless source of mana stopped working with no warning. She was sure that the time had not run out.

Even the dozen other powerful defensive rune artifacts on her did not activate when her life was in danger, despite being on the edge of death. Her mind spun, and in an instant, she figured it out. Looking at the sword that pierced her abdomen.

It was glowing in a strange light. Enrick bent down and snatched away the special artifact from her.

"NOOOOO." Yasmin pleaded. Without that, she was nothing but a lamb waiting for slaughter at a moment like this.

Enrick smiled at her in glee, "You’re right, sister. It’s not a simple sword; Axel Nomrad made it specifically for me, as long as the sword remains pierced in your body, for a good amount of time. All rune artifacts on you will be rendered ineffective."

"Quite a sinister thing, isn’t it?" said Enrick, almost in a praising tone towards the famed Runecaster.

Yasmin growled, "No....no, no, no, no, I can’t die here. Please, Enrick, stop this madness. Think this through."

"Or what?" he questioned her with leisurely.

Yasmin looked at him coldly, unable to contain the hatred she now felt towards her brother, "Father will not let this slide, Enrick. You know this. This won’t end well for you if you go through with this."

Enrick did not respond, nor did the smile on his face falter; he was only enjoying every word of desperation she uttered. Yasmin’s tone became soft and pleading once more, "Please, Enrick, trust me. If I knew what that Red Pill was, I would have never taken it. If I knew what father had done, I...."