A deep sense of foreboding gripped Morgana.
It wasn’t that she doubted the Great Elder’s strength. It was that, recently, every encounter with that mysterious opponent had gone wrong.
Time and again, her forces had been defeated.
All four Great Marshals had fallen. The bases of their dead soldiers had been wiped out one after another. Worst of all, despite pouring in massive manpower and resources to investigate, they had found nothing.
Nothing at all.
Now, knowing Balin had likely clashed with someone in Antarctica, that same instinctive dread surfaced again.
She didn’t know how many enemies he had faced—but she knew his past well.
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