The tattoo coiling around her left foot writhed like a snake.

Bercheria mindlessly passed through the corridor and went outside.

Boom and crash.

As she went outside, the clouds above Bercheria standing at the entrance of the castle turned pitch black.

“Haa.”

She stood at the entrance and looked up at the sky.

“Look there!”

People looked at the clouds gathering above her head as if it was something strange.

Some people came out of the castle to see this sight.

“My God. What is that!”

“Isn’t that the woman who saved the children from the warehouse?”

Her blonde hair spread out into the void, and lightning flashed and burst above her.

Staring blankly at her, people were startled by the sudden lightning and ran in all directions.

“Aaargh!”

“What’s this!”

As lightning fell from the clear sky, everyone except the knights guarding outside the castle scattered.

The people inside the castle also came out, and in an instant, the square became chaotic.

Crash!

The sky seemed angry.

Screams of terror from frightened people were heard everywhere.

“Haa.”

Bercheria breathed heavily, unable to move.

The power circulating within her body felt like it was on the verge of exploding, and she couldn’t take a single step.

She felt like throwing herself into icy water.

Swallowing a fireball might feel like this.

‘If only it had rained more. No. Something stronger. Rain is not enough.’

As Bercheria tilted her head to look directly at the sky, a downpour fell at once.

Whoosh!

It was a tremendous force as if a hole had been pierced.

Bercheria closed her eyes and fully accepted the pouring rain.

The raindrops fell painfully on her skin, but it was rather thrilling.

The heat boiling inside her didn’t subside; it grew even larger.

Thump.

Thudthump.

The pouring rain momentarily stopped in midair, then solidified.

Then, all at once, it changed into hail and fell down.

“Uwaah!”

The hail, as large as baby fists, hit the castle wall, breaking it.

Horses panicked, and the shelters and waterways made to catch rainwater were destroyed like toys.

“Get away! Hurry! Check the barn too!”

“Oh dear, something’s wrong. What kind of lightning is this?”

Someone running was hit by hail on the head and fell down.

The scenery here was now no different from hell.

Everyone was running, avoiding, shouting, and struggling to protect their possessions.

A large hailstone fell on the back of a horse with a thud, and a frightened horse broke loose and ran out of the stable.

“Uhoh? Get away!”

As the horse rampaged, attacking people at random, screams were heard.
“Grab it!”

Hail was falling, making it impossible to see ahead, and the horse was in an extremely agitated state, so it was not easy to catch it.

A few of the knights rushed in but continued to fail.

In the meantime, another person suffered a broken rib injury.

“Go and call His Grace the Duke!”

“Stand back!”

No sooner had one of the knights shouted than Lakrahan’s heavy voice came from behind him.

“The Duke orders you to stand back! Everyone, move back!”

Wyatt pushed away the people surrounding the horse.

Then one of the knights muttered in a stunned voice.

“Commander of the Knights! Look over there.”

Wyatt turned his head and looked at the place where Bercheria had just been standing.

“Her body…….”

Her body was gradually rising into the air.

“Your Grace!”

He called urgently to Lakrahan, but he was already approaching the horse, grabbing the reins and climbing on top.

“Whoa, whoa!”

The moment the horse’s hooves hit the ground.

“Yah!”

Lakrahan kicked the horse’s thigh hard.

Then, the horse that had been threatening people in the middle of the square shot out like an arrow.

Lakrahan drove the horse around the square in a wide circle.

He, who was calming the excited horse, discovered Bercheria standing at the entrance of the western castle.

The surrounding air froze for a moment, and all sounds flew from his ears.

The noise of the crowd, the pouring hail, the chaotic square, nothing was heard.

Only her golden hair, swaying in the wind, was visible.

It was not the usual Bercheria.

She could not control the fierce wind and was instead being swept into it.

“Wyatt!”

As Wyatt ran from the front, Lakrahan jumped off the horse he was riding.

Wyatt, who had run at an incredible speed, caught the horse’s reins and climbed on top.

The two had calmed frightened horses like this several times in the battlefield.

As Wyatt tightened the reins and tapped the horse’s neck, a big breath poured out of the animal’s nose.

“Bercheria.”

Lakrahan walked straight to her.

He was momentarily off guard.

Even though he knew that she was in a state where her power might go berserk at any time, he had been deluded into thinking that meeting in the library at night to look for materials was an effort.

Knowing that she could go wrong at any moment.

‘She could be consumed by power and lose herself.’

Half of the spell to stop her current rampage was engraved on his body.

‘Or she could go mad.’

If she did not find the whole spell, her time would be perilous every moment.

If not, she would not escape the crossroads of life and death.

As his thoughts reached there, his heart dropped.

“Bercheria.”

Lakrahan reached out and grabbed her waist, which was being swept away by the wind, and pulled her in front of him.

He cupped her cold cheeks and kissed her open lips deeply.

‘Wake up. Bercheria.’