The sorrow she carried was far too intense. It even broke free of the restraints of her physical body and began to stain this small patch of heaven and earth.
The heavy clouds churned, layer upon layer piling up above the clearing as though forming an ancient tombstone. A faint white frost began spreading from beneath her feet in all directions. One blade of grass after another withered, while gray-white patches of decay appeared across the tree bark, one after another. In a very short time, the lush greenery surrounding the clearing vanished without a trace. The leaves fell, the plants and trees turned yellow and shriveled, and even the air was filled with a despair-inducing presence.
Even the dark-red robe she wore had grown deeper in color, almost turning black.
In stark contrast was the Magic Power and Qi Mechanism surrounding her, which was exceptionally lively, like a flame dancing amid ice and snow, or a dormant volcano that had begun to smoke, as though blazing Magma would erupt the very next second.
Everyone present felt this strange and contradictory sensation with unusual clarity.
"—You're kidding! This can't be real!"
Peter Greenspan stared blankly at the scene and murmured unconsciously. The Apple Dew in his hand slipped to the ground with a smack. After hurriedly picking it up, he discovered that in the briefest instant, the Magic Potion inside the ampoule had already turned ink-green. Clearly, the nature of the potion had been altered.
One had to know that the glass bottles used to hold potions had all undergone special magical passivation treatment and were extremely insensitive to external Magic Power. That could only happen when the influence had surpassed the scope of ordinary Magic Power and touched the threshold of the laws.
"—This is impossible."
Though Peter had