Before the Blue Gate, Maltimus grabbed the gold trident in his right hand and extended his left hand into the void.
Illusionary ripples surrounded the blackened arm where a sulfuric fire was burning. The closer it was to the palm, the more it was like a lake where intense ripples were surging out.
The front end of the palm was completely blurred, as if the core of the ripples was connected to a different world.
Gentle light spread out of the gold trident in Maltimus' right hand, resulting in the shiver of the Blue Gate. Hazy blueness sprayed out and attempted to cover the whole hollow.
Aglaea took one step back. The shadow of the elven tree behind her suddenly became concrete, and weird limbs grew out of the fuzzy root of the tree one after another. They entangled with each other into a monster and penetrated into the hazy blue light.
As a result, the ripples of light were soothed, like an ocean where the tornado had come to an end.
