#Chapter261

‘Fire, fire touches my skin, my hair. Why am I not dead? Why am I not burned?’, these thoughts pass through Ne’s mind, as the bright flames spread wide. She hears the screams of the Smaudlun as their skin melts. But she remains unscathed, even though Leona just threw a fire wave from her fists right in front of her. It hit her, but all she felt was a warm breeze.

“Leona?,” she mumbles, finally seeing her figure that was covered from the flames. She is vibrant, her eyes are sparkling bright, her hair are elevated, and part of her clothes have burned off. Her hands are now exposed,...