She slowly put away the golden great bow in her hand and bowed deeply to the person in front of her. "Greetings, under the Crown of Golden Dawn!" Under the mighty golden cloud sea, Selena covered her shoulder with one hand and bowed. The wind from the plains blew in, bringing the sound of the wind chimes. The four-legged flying dragon let out a faint screech, waking up the wizards of the Life Court from a dream. They followed Selena’s gesture, respectfully saluting towards Ronan. "Greetings, under the Crown of Golden Dawn!" Listening to the sound of many wizards saluting, Ronan looked at the rolling cloud sea above and suddenly felt a thread of emotion in his heart. Indeed, it was as spectacular and beautiful as the golden dawn. He wondered if Prophet Eve had foreseen this scene long ago, specifically giving him such a title. Ronan was curious if, at this moment, he removed the mask from his face in front of the ceremonious Selena, what kind of expression she would have. The member of the Alba Royal Family that Prophet Eve chose for him to assist was none other than Selena, who fought him in the final battle during the Southern Heramus Genius Seat Battle. More coincidentally... Years ago, the Level 5 Wizard Fuming Ge, who attempted to kill Ronan and seize the Elemental Magic Ring of the Heramus Mage Inheritor, was now under Selena’s command. At this moment, Fuming Ge seemed to have just emerged from the shock of the previous battle. The last spell Ronan cast did not strike down, yet it still caused him unprecedented terror and impact. He could feel Ronan’s undisguised intent to kill him, barely surviving thanks to Selena’s forcible intervention, nearly showing complete disgrace. Fuming Ge was now almost entirely hidden in a thick black fog, only revealing a pale and sullen face, constantly staring at Ronan with eyes occasionally flashing ominous glimmers. As Ronan turned his gaze on him, Fuming Ge promptly lowered his eyes, cautiously concealing his secret dark thoughts. "Elements be with you, greetings under the Crown of Golden Dawn..." Fuming Ge bowed his head, making a gesture of salutation to Ronan, but heard a calm voice amidst countless metallic clangs just as he bent over. "What are you looking at?" Fuming Ge’s hand faltered, raising his head with an expression of "confusion and incomprehension". Ronan ignored him, just casually raising his hand. Under the platinum robe, titanium like a golden strand directly whipped at Fuming Ge’s face. He saw Fuming Ge instinctively make a dodging move, raising his eyelids slightly, the spell power above immediately began to churn again, the golden cloud sea rolling, the indescribable vast shadow pressing down... Indeed, under the pressure of the imposing force, Fuming Ge quickly froze his form and even voluntarily removed the defensive force field around him. Accompanied by a crisp and loud snapping sound, titanium whipped across Fuming Ge’s cheek, leaving a bloody red swollen scar on the left side of his face. Ronan showed no intent of letting it go. He squinted at Fuming Ge and spoke softly. "I hate the way you looked at me just now." Beside him, Selena furrowed her brows slightly, couldn’t help but speak. But under Ronan’s indifferent gaze, she forced her mouth shut. The just-calmed atmosphere instantly turned stagnant again, as if even the wind had ceased to flow, only the faint crackling of lightning bursts on the Ancient Thunder Eagle’s feathers could be heard. Ronan, in a casual demeanor, lowered his head, casually watching the golden titanium crawl up his ungloved hand like an obedient snake, winding and turning around his slender fingers. Time passed second by second. No one knew how long it had been before Fuming Ge finally reacted. Ronan lifted his head, seeing a nearly humble smile on Fuming Ge’s pale face, followed by quickly extending two fingers to cleanly and deftly gouge out his own eyes. The eyeballs rolled away as crimson blood gushed from Fuming Ge’s hollow eye sockets, flowing down his chin, dripping bit by bit. "Please forgive my ignorance, unintentionally offended you." Fuming Ge crushed his two eyeballs himself, bending over deeply to Ronan, his voice dark and hoarse. "Once again, I apologize to you." Selena, beside him, showed a look of sympathy, couldn’t help but speak softly. Fuming Ge just chuckled and then made a gesture of withdrawal to Ronan and Selena. A voice of reminder from Alazan came in his mind, "This person...." Ronan’s eyes flashed, his consciousness quickly spread out. Before he finished speaking, he got the muffled response from the Ancient Thunder Eagle. "Brother.. I am not your subordinate." Ronan furrowed his brows slightly. He flicked his fingers, a piece of titanium rapidly chasing after the departing Fuming Ge, silently clinging to a part of the hem of his robe, perfectly disguising itself as a decorative golden line. Feeling the other’s presence always within his perception, Ronan’s frown finally relaxed. After doing all this, Ronan raised his hand to disperse the layered golden sea of clouds in the sky. The indescribable terrifying shadow receded, the natural sunlight of the Wind Plain poured down again, and almost everyone present felt a sense of relief as if a weight had been lifted off their shoulders. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵✶𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮✶𝓷𝓮𝓽