The strong wind rustled the sparse trees on the prairie, and the grass swayed crazily in the wind, creating wave after wave of sound.
Under the wind's push, the clouds continuously tumbled and descended.
It was as if a heavy rain was about to fall.
In the gusty wind, Lanci's coat made a flapping sound, but his figure stood unmoved.
"Huff — I said we make a good pair."
Lanci exhaled, and a slight curve formed at the corner of his mouth.
Hyperion was able to distract most of Firat's attention for him, leaving Firat no time to care about the support in the distance, which was much better than Lanci had expected.
Under such circumstances, he could cast his spells without worrying about positioning.
"Now, it's my turn to heal you."
Lanci chuckled softly, and another new Magic Card appeared in his palm.
As the magic power was infused, the spell engraved on the Magic Card was activated layer by layer, just like a scroll being unrolled. It was triggered!
