章 580: Divine Destruction (2)

Collapsing to the ground and feeling nauseous, Geralt double-checked that his construct could sustain itself by absorbing Ambient Mana particles before rolling over onto his back and looking up at Brance with questioning eyes.

"Whew, fucking hell, that was close," Brance exhaled loudly before falling down onto his butt, inside the new Spatial Cube, and massaging his temples.

With one problem out of the way, he tilted his head upward, with distress and worry painting his face.

Unfortunately, no matter how much he wanted to go up and check out the situation at the Pinhurst Mansion, due to his lack of propulsion, Brance could only stay grounded and watch as Cynrik investigated the Barrier up close.

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