[Author's Note: I'm back! Sorry for not uploading yesterday, but with just one day of rest, I feel recharged and ready to give it my all again! I'll continue doing my best. Now, let's dive into the story!]
BOOOMMM!!!
The Archpriestess's holy flames erupted with a fierce intensity, surging forward as if trying to consume the Master's own holy flames. Even though they were technically the same kind of sacred fire, there was an undeniable difference.
The Master's flames burned with a purity and power so overwhelming that it was as if he were a being beyond any comprehension.
The sheer quality and quantity of his flames far surpassed hers!
The Archpriestess narrowed her eyes, a deep frown forming on her face. She knew—without a doubt—that he was supposed to be dead.
There was simply no way a necromancer, someone steeped in the art of death, could wield holy flames.
It was unthinkable... And yet, not only was he using them, but his flames were stronger than hers.
