The silver flames enveloping Arthur's body rejuvenated him to a certain extent, instilling a sense of comfort and warmth within his mind. A sense of superiority rose in his chest, providing him with the belief that he could shatter through any limitations at that very moment.
The darkness surrounding his chest and neck lightened but did not disappear completely. Arthur forced his eyes open, resisting the urge to fall into a deep slumber, nestled within the comfort of the silver flames.
'Does that bitch really think she can trick me with such an illusion?' Arthur wondered, resisting the urge to allow a smile to blossom over his face, which was laced with exhaustion. He forced himself to remain awake.
Spreading a layer of mana around his tough skin, Arthur clenched his teeth, enduring the illusions of the silver flames.
The Silver, or Celestial Flames.
