Fwoosh -
A wave of searing azure flames surged like a tide, closing in at once. From the hilt of the divine sword, a chill spread through Ian's hand - a sensation so sharp it was impossible to tell whether it was scorching heat or biting cold.
Mev, sprinting ahead and carving a dark red trail through the air, was likely wrapped in the same sensation.
Chapter Comments (0)
Login to comment.