Roul made a shelter from the soil and stone on the ground that protected them like a shell.
When they were inside the shell, it was as if they were being roasted alive.
“How about now?” Roul asked anxiously. Sweat flooded all over his body.
He wiped his face with the robe and then squeezed it. He looked at Rion who was standing in front of him.
The king said nothing, but white light slowly enveloped his body.
“Olivia, get ready!” Roul exclaimed firmly. In the next second, a burst of white light shattered the ground, and at the same time, Olivia controlled the wind and split the flames so they wouldn’t get on them. The sight was like a high wave being halved, and they were standing in the middle of a sea of flames.
“I can’t hold it anymore,” Olivia muttered with difficulty. Her two outstretched hands trembled greatly, having great difficulty enduring the flames.
