Cassian swung his silver spear with all his might, barely managing to break apart the blood-red magic circle.
Even so, he could still feel the corrosive effects on his body, leaving him a bit shaken.
If Timothy had been even a second slower, he might not have made it out alive. His body would have been consumed by the blood magic, turning him into nothing more than fuel.
"Thanks for saving me, brother."
Despite being a Holy Emperor, Cassian showed no arrogance after being saved by Timothy. He flew over, gratitude clear in his eyes, and clasped his hands in a respectful bow.
"No need to thank me. I sensed something strange about them a while ago. Even if I hadn't stepped in, they would've come looking for me soon enough," Timothy replied with a casual wave of his hand.
"Sky Sanctuary's Timothy..." Cassian stood there, his expression serious.
