Crackle! Crackle!
The air around Lucian crackled as he unleashed his pressure. Golden light exuded from his body, forming a twenty-meter radius defensive barrier. All hand-shaped fog that tried to touch him disintegrated after coming into contact with his barrier.
For the record, while inside the blockade Deus's automatons created, Lucian was still aware of what was happening around him. He knew about the contaminated magic energy in the air and Deus's stupidity, which led to his pathetic mistake.
'First, it was Midnight, now Deus...?'
The only thing Lucian found praiseworthy about Deus was the latter's decision to use his automatons to form a blockade around him so he could recover without anyone interfering. After all, given his delicate state, if he were stopped midway through recovery, he would suffer another backlash.
That was right.
