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Jonathan concentrated his Mana into his entire body, and then poured it down beneath his foot. A golden magic circle slowly expanded, generating large runes that danced with one another, shifting constantly and glowing brightly. He was conjuring a powerful Divine Holy Light Spell that was actually made by combining a dozen normal Spells together.
However, as he generated the powerful Spell, he couldn't help but feel a great amount of sorrow and frustration. Mostly because he recognized the face of Maria's little brother the same way she did. His heart felt broken the moment he saw the child's face, twisted and merged with others, screaming, crying blood, and vomiting.
It was such a horrid sight; he could barely hold himself together. Jonathan hadn't met Arthur that long, but he knew the boy, and had met him, and had interacted with him. And he knew how pure and innocent he was.
