Meanwhile, on the horizon of Snowfield Province, the first ray of sunlight finally pierced the silence of night.
The black-haired, green-eyed figure stood with his back to the sun. Its boundless radiance seemed to shine because of him, gilding the tips of his hair with a glow that flowed like molten gold and silver in the breeze.
Pure golden light gradually spread across the land behind him, as if it would drive away all the darkness, dyeing the blue-gray sky a fiery orange-red and draping the cold snowfield in a resplendent mantle.
Lanchi's gaze remained as calm as ever as he watched Anielo, as though he had never regarded a mere Nirvana Holy Son as an opponent—
It was the gaze of a god looking down upon a tiny human. Perhaps he had seen Anielo. Perhaps he had never seen him at all.
Under the might of this Tier 7 wind magic and the Primordial Slab - Wind, all that Tier 6 Sealing Magic looked as illusory as foam.
On the other side, the confidence and arrogance that had once filled Anielo's face had now been replaced by terror and panic. His deep-sea-like eyes were stretched wide, and the calm aura he had possessed—an aura that seemed almost capable of controlling the rise and fall of all things—had already collapsed the instant Lanchi unleashed the radiance of the Primordial Slab - Wind.
The chill running up his spine made Anielo twist his body around. He no longer cared about anything and sprinted away.
Before his body could begin to weaken and grow cold, his instincts had already chosen to flee.
This terror was not merely the instinctive fear one felt when facing an unbeatable enemy. It was also because he knew too many secrets, and they were about to crush