The Holy Priestess of Lightning lazily stood in the middle of the deep blue firestorm. She didn't even try to escape from the firestorm as if she wanted to see Raphael's face when she came out unharmed.
She wanted to wait for Raphael to exhaust himself first so she could launch a surprise attack and take him out at once.
Unfortunately, her condescending expressions soon changed. Her calm and arrogant face turned pale white as if it was a thin sheet of paper.
It didn't take long before she screamed in agony, feeling the terrifying heat that was burning her skin and her bones.
She was horrified! Her treasure hadn't helped her at all, as if it didn't recognize these blue flames as flames at all! As for her own barrier, it was destroyed right away;
In the blink of an eye, her entire body was on fire! She tried to escape from the firestorm but it was too late! She was locked inside, unable to leave! Even space was blocked inside this firestorm!
