Chapitre 150: Zenoia

Several lit torches flickered, casting shadow on Magus Xion's face. The magus' statement of 'you've made a mess of your spirit core' and '...you'll never not be able to cast any properly ever again' repeated themselves in his mind like echoes reverberating inside a cave. He felt like he had become deaf for a second as the continuous thunder of Magus Xion's sentence didn't disappear.