My Soul card is a Reaper

In the middle of the Grand Arena, a hundred feet big tornado formed with Hydra as its eye. As the beast moved, the tornado also moved along with it.

Mia shot an arrow but it failed to hit it due to the violent winds around the tornado.

As for Louis, he was in a tight battle against Vajra. The latter was following him wherever he went. So, he could only try and defeat it.

Ultimately Claire became the savior of the team. She, who was attacked by the black lotus, didn't try to face it and put her focus on helping the team.

Flapping her wings, she dived down at her fastest speed. She entered the tornado from above and her divine sword struck the red-colored core that is glowing in the middle of bones.

Azzy and Claire, both of them knew that her attacks are quite effective on the former's undead beasts. So, Hydra was never a match for Claire. As Azzy was momentarily awed by his girlfriend's sudden move, Claire managed to injure Hydra, forcing Azzy to dismiss it. The two soul skills that are in effect were also disappeared.

"You should have also summoned the child of Fenrir," The Reaper's voice echoed in his head.

Azzy disagreed with his suggestion, "No, I'm not comfortable using the human skeletons whether they are werewolves or not."

Seeing the stubbornness of Azzy, the Reaper could only sigh and stay silent. He knew that he can't push Azzy anymore. At the moment, he should only be satisfied that Azzy no longer views killing as sin and leave the remaining to the future.

Upon finishing the Hydra, Claire once again flew back to Azzy at her top speed and launched an attack. Azzy used the absorbed natural energy to his defense and caught the sword with his hands. "Your attacks are too straightforward, Claire. You should learn how to… Woah…"

A feather from her wings shot towards him all of a sudden, taking him by surprise. Azzy backed away but due to close distance, it grazed his skin. A tiny cut appeared on his arm.

Claire let out a mischievous grin, "oops…"

"Hey, what was that?" Azzy glanced at his arm. There was no bleeding but seeing how it managed to penetrate even the layer of natural energy, he was indeed amazed.

"It's my secret technique that is still in development though," Leah vaguely explained to him as she flew forward and swung her sword. On Azzy's orders, the black lotus focused on letting Azzy evade the attacks, this time.

Azzy nodded in satisfaction, "good. Now, try others too."

The sparring went on until the afternoon. Estella replaced him in the noon but she wasn't as successful as Azzy in holding the five members for so many hours. She was defeated after 70 minutes into the spar.

After her defeat, they sparred against Izora where Azzy and Estella joined once in a while, replacing someone of those five.

As the sun slowly set down, they stopped their final sparring and Izora announced, "Okay students, we are leaving for Egrein city tonight. Everyone must be at the entrance by sharp 9 p.m. Now, dismiss."

After parting ways with his friends, Azzy returned home with his mother where he found Prince Celus and some stranger having tea with Affea. His father and Oakley were still at the clinic.

Izora wasn't acquainted with either of them. So, she stared at Affea, asking for their identities.

However, Azzy gave her the answer as he was greeted by the prince. "It's been a while, Azrael."

"Did Princess Leah ask you to pick me up, Prince Celus?" Azzy responded with a question. He added, "I can just teleport to there, at any time though."

"No, it's his majesty who ordered us to escort you to Camelot, Mr. Azrael," replied Celus in a little bit of polite tone. "You aren't just a partner of my niece, Mr. Azrael. You are also representing Camelot. So, we cannot take any risks."

"Azzy, think again for last time. Is it really necessary for you to sign up for this competition?" Affea asked a sudden question, taking Celus by surprise. She had a look of worry on her face as she knows how dangerous the world league is.

If it is a junior division, it would still be fine because Azzy was far stronger than his peers but the senior division is entirely another thing.

Now that he was going away, she tried one last time to convince him to opt out of the tournament.

But, Azzy was adamant about his decision. "We have already talked about this, Auntie. I cannot forgive myself if I don't honor the promise made by my Arcana."

"And you don't need to worry, Affea." Izora also pitched in to give her opinion. "Azrael is strong enough to even battle me, one-on-one, at my merged state. Unless a legendary realm expert was hell-bent on trying to hurt him, he will be good."

What else could Affea do? She let out a sigh and prayed for his safety.

About an hour later, Azzy left the house along with the two of them.

Meanwhile, at the kingdom of Rivendell;

A stranger in the hood was sitting before King Ragron. The latter looked extremely serious as he placed the suitcase on the table.

The stranger took the suitcase and opened it. There was a simple note and a key.

"The address is on the card and a total of 5 million Queros (100 million credits) is waiting for you. This is just advance. Once you successfully kill Azrael, I'll give you another 10 million."

"What if we never meet?" The hooded stranger asked him while closing the suitcase. "He is participating in the senior division. And even I don't know who I was going to meet."

Ragron fell into silence. After a ten-second pause, he opened his mouth, "In that case, you can only go on a suicide mission to assassinate him, outside the tournament, and pray that you will escape with your life intact."

"Alright…"