The world of [Prophecy] faded away, and Owen found himself once again in the vibrant, real world.
Quincy was pondering how to kill Owen, but Owen had already made his move, striking without warning.
"Quincy, we both held back in our last fight. Today, let's battle with all our might," Owen declared, his hand balling into a fist as he lunged towards Quincy's face.
Quincy inwardly cursed, "Owen's temperament is truly bizarre, but I'm not afraid of you."
Despite being caught off guard by Owen's sudden attack, Quincy's experience shone through as he quickly raised his hand to block.
Owen's fist was deflected, but Quincy's palm, swift as a snake, aimed straight for Owen's abdomen.
"Hmph," Owen's eyes sparkled with a golden light, and a golden holy light radiated from him.
This light was not only effective against evil spirits but also exerted a suppressing force on ordinary beings, though it was weaker in this respect.
