As I kept talking to Phelena in the mysterious space among the cosmos, I started to feel my body warming up, which signaled the goddess that it was time for me to go.
After smiling and letting my hand go, an image flashed in my brain, portraying a fiery phoenix widely extending its wings.
'Acalan…?' I wondered, and at that moment, I remembered the blessing I received from him a few years ago after the war in Kalusia.
It can only be used once every ten years.>
"Hah…" I chuckled, noting that my fight truly wasn't over just yet.
When I looked at my hands, I noticed that my skin was gray and charred, as if a flame was burning from within me.
Even when my ashen fingers crumbled, more ash took its place to maintain the shape of my body.
