Chapitre 523: Halfway End

Cries of a desperate struggle pierced through the deathly quiet. 

In the darkness, the stillness that Adalia had conjured, Grieven's hoarse gargling yells trapped in this invisible silent bubble, never fading, his echoes melding with his continued screams, amplifying it to an unbearable degree. 

It really was a harrowing sound.

But strangely enough, with those glimmering rays, various coloured hues of prismatic glows flickering and transitioning, like a molten rainbow slowly rippling across the earth, I could almost see a glimmer of beauty faintly illuminating through the whole process.

Almost…

Mom, on bent knees, had her back facing directly towards Adalia and I, and from this angle, I felt like an out-of-body observer… seeing her there, felt like seeing my own self there.

My silhouette shaded in that enclosed incandescence, my hands outstretched, my magic being expended.

Me… not really…