The atmosphere surrounding the Tree of Fate grew extremely cold, almost icy, as the blue flames extended and enveloped every part of the colossal tree without regard for the ongoing battles in the air between the numerous elves and demons.
In the midst of the darkness surrounding him, Kyle sat cross-legged as he exhaled a cold mist. His eyes were closed tightly, his mind fully concentrated on the immense spiritual energy flowing into his body from the Tree of Fate.
At first, it was hard, absorbing a huge amount of spiritual energy quickly and then immediately using it to spread out the blue flames over such a vast area. Besides, he had to stay focused to ensure the flames only consumed the dark energy clinging to the Tree of Fate.