Some strange energy emerged.
After Soren finished extracting the divine power from the Broodmother, other powers emerged from its corpse, none of which he could absorb. Some were insect abilities, while others were likely powers of the dream chrysalis bloodline. These powers gradually dissipated into the air, with most returning to nature. Only a tiny fraction flowed into the Eastern Dancer outside the battlefield. Had Soren not activated Deity Vision, no one would have noticed.
Eastern Dancer was a special advanced class, and its practitioners were proficient in quite a few illusion abilities.
It seemed Butterfly had become the lucky beneficiary of this battle. Just like the druid who had accidentally gained a portion of the Beast Domain's power at the edge of the battlefield when Soren killed the God of Hunt, Butterfly must have unknowingly acquired a trace of the dream chrysalis bloodline's abilities.
Illusions and dreams.
They seemed to have some slight connection, though he had no idea what benefits Butterfly had gained.
"Ti!"
"Are you all right?!"
Realizing the battle was over, the Eastern Dancer rushed in and clasped Ti's hands. When she noticed the blood at the corner of Ti's mouth and the wounds on her body, her eyes reddened slightly. "You're hurt..."
"It's all my fault for being useless..."
Ti smiled and shook her head, then opened her arms to embrace her, gently stroking her back.
"Ahem!..."
Soren gave a slight cough at the sight. Although he had nothing against such intimate relationships between women, seeing one firsthand still felt a little unfamiliar. To be honest, social attitudes in this world were quite liberal, and noble circles in the south had always been rather debauched. The Eastern Realm was hardly any better, though. Compared with the south's licentious atmosphere, the Eastern Realm seemed to have