Hours after hours went by and the golden flames grew, the light it emitted clashing against the vast backdrop of red as destruction came ever closer.
At this time more than half of the Blood Blessed had collapsed, every single strand of power drained from their bodies, their minds were blank, every single mental energy spent, and if not for the superiority of their physique, the damage done to their mental space and bodies would have disabled them for life.
Anyone who looked at them would think they were simply dead bodies because their heartbeat was silent, there was not even enough energy in their bodies to maintain such a basic function. With the strength of their physique, even in this state, it would take many millennia before any adverse effect began to take root in their bodies.
