Motherfucker.
An Su cursed in his heart as the streak of Sun Flame had already covered his body, his eyes forced open, feeling only the dazzling light above and below.
The blazing white fire flowed out from both the firmament and the trenches of the earth, engulfing An Su from all directions. The taste of the sparks, the smell of gunpowder, all so real, as if right before his eyes, yet as if everything were but an illusion.
His body was burnt, his limbs turned to charcoal, his features seared together, his skin destroyed, and his organs turned to nitre; with a gust of wind, they would turn to scattered ashes.
The fiercely hot Sun Fire scorched his soul. He knelt on the ground, flames rising from within his body. A Magician without the Solar Bloodline, unless one was a Demigod-level freak like Bishop Morgan, could not possibly endure the Sun Flame.
