Bang—
The deep cold wind from the dark Hell carried a strong scent of burning sulfur.
The scorching aura in the air hadn't dissipated yet, and the fishy smell unique to aquatic life surged up from the ripples stirred in the mire.
A layer of shattered heavy armor floated on the surface of the mud, like a piece of broken glass, with faint scorched marks along its edges;
The fluorescent moss on the surface of the cave walls remained extensively scorched, with a few strands of faint light illuminating a giant claw stuck into the ground like a tombstone by the wall.
Abi stood still.
The depth of his eyes a remnant of bewilderment.
It was as if the surging strength within him had receded like a tide, leaving only a few flickers of flame, the dark red fire from the Nine Prisons quickly dissipating off his skin.
He instinctively reached out his hand, grasping emptily at the air in front of him.
As though trying to retain this rapidly vanishing power that did not belong to him.
