Anthony opened his eyes and felt a chill run down his body. His limbs trembled slightly, as did his soul. The sensation of his extremities crumbling away was vivid in his mind. He shook his head. "I overestimated myself a lot," he thought to himself. But in the same way, it was the only way to break free from Angela's magic.
His body trembled a bit. The light from the crystals created a thin but powerful layer around him. He tried to break it, but to his surprise, he couldn't. Moreover, considering the sea of white flames plummeting from the sky, he frowned. He had been a bit arrogant. He remembered he was still in the Mid-Gold rank, while Angela and Ezequiel were in the Max-Gold rank. Furthermore, they had better control over their own bloodlines than he did.
