"----"
The power that had surged through all of Buckingham Palace, throwing the atmosphere into turmoil and making space itself tremble as though shaken, a power so mighty that humanity could never hope to reach it, vanished like flowing water in that instant.
Cait Sith I, England's highest-grade national treasure and spiritual item, capable of borrowing even Archangel-level power and turning its holder into a human calamity able to sweep across the entire world, an artifact that had existed for centuries with all of England as its ritual ground, shattered into countless fragments and scattered around the charging Kerisha.
Kerisha's imposing aura melted away like snow.
Her charge, which had originally been capable of tearing through space itself, dropped to the level of an ordinary person almost instantly.
"Psh..."
One fragment of Cait Sith I scattering around her happened to graze Kerisha's cheek, leaving a faint cut behind.
Bright red blood seeped from it.
Yet even so, Kerisha did not stop.
"Yaaahhhhhhh----!"
With a cry containing every emotion in her heart, Kerisha ignored the shattered Cait Sith I flying from her hand and continued rushing toward Fang Li.
Even though she had lost the power to destroy heaven and earth.
Even though she had fallen from her pedestal and become an ordinary person once more.
Kerisha still threw her slender yet powerful fist at the man who had crushed her ambitions.
"Smack----!"
With a crisp sound, her slender fist was firmly caught in a hand.
"Gleam..."
The rainbow-colored radiance in his eyes gradually dimmed.
Pain shot through Fang Li's nerves.
After dropping yesterday, his body temperature had begun to rise again.
After using the Magic Eye's power, which could only be used once a day, Fang Li once again faced the price of wielding the power of god's domain with