Angela's sword rose majestically towards the sky, unleashing a torrent of flames that surged with fervor. The sky, cleaved by the might of her weapon, watched as the clouds scattered in two opposite directions, revealing glimpses of light between the newly formed clearings. From above, tiny flames descended like specks of light into the dark vastness of the ground, where no tree or vegetation dared to grow, plunging the surroundings into a lightless depth. Amidst this gloom, only Angela's wings and figure stood out as points of light, illuminating the space with their radiance.
However, the radiance emanating from Angela was not synonymous with tranquility. Her face twisted in a grimace of concentration and pain, lips slightly parted, allowing a trail of blood to escape. The flames surrounding her began to consume her, devouring her own skin like a voracious fire. She had kept her bloodline active for too long, exhausting her mana to the limit.
