"Is she...dead?"
Leonard Churchill, looking at Vivian White who had collapsed not far away, loosened the grip on his Light and Dark Holy Nail.
Despite his unflappable demeanor in the face of death, the scene before him left him speechless.
Had the overwhelming Curse Spirit Volley and Ghost Disaster vanished in an instant?
The quality of the Thunder Light Magic was so high it was completely unfathomable.
Shock surged within Leonard's heart.
But before this feeling could fully bloom, he turned to see Elder Clinton, whose sword still pointed halfway up, looking just as dumbfounded.
An expression of disbelief on his aged face seemed to question: Did I do that?
With three pairs of wide eyes staring at him, his sallow and wrinkled old face immediately swelled with pride, his sleaziness becoming even more pronounced.
Unwilling to accept it, he tried casting the spell again, "Thunder, thunder, thunder..." he chanted twice, but nothing happened this time.
No more shocking thunder.
