The ethereal blue silk dress danced in the wind, floating gracefully like a celestial being from the heavens.
Buzz!
At that moment, a powerful sword intent erupted with a booming sound, blocking the attack of the Holy Light.
John looked up, noticing that the figure of the woman in blue was becoming increasingly blurry, seemingly struggling against the avatar of the God of Light.
"Thank you, senior, for coming to my rescue!" As the restraining power faded, he regained his mobility and quickly expressed his gratitude to the blue-clad woman.
"It's impossible; you have fallen, your Divine Soul has perished, and you shouldn't exist!" The God of Light stared at the blue woman, his expression filled with disbelief and fear.
"Are you Darabont?" A light and airy voice emerged from the woman, marking her first spoken words.
Previously, their communication had only been through soul transmission.
