The feeling of weightlessness from falling from a high altitude was still present.
The whistling wind did not stop.
The only difference is that it's the same.
His shriveled body seemed to welcome a heavy downpour, and his exhausted mana kept emerging all over his body like bamboo shoots after a rain. All the injuries from the previous battle disappeared like phantoms, replaced by power that could not be suppressed and wanted to surge out.
Vivian's lips began to move.
"The great Fire God is above..."
"Please allow me to temporarily borrow your authority…"
"Let the flames attach themselves to me…"
It was a familiar spell.
That was the strongest skill of the Vulcan lineage in the mortal stage, which she had stolen from the other party's body when she was fighting with Bishop Eugene and Niya.
Zi...
Buzz...
