In midair, Seraphina exhaled the scorching breath from her lungs, feeling the blazing blood and surging power coursing through her body, unable to resist letting out a skyward howl.
It was only now that she understood what Ansel meant by true power.
It was not merely the blood that soared when fighting hand-to-hand, nor the fleeting glimmers of swords clashing, nor the sparks that erupted between spells.
It was… the awe-inspiring might that could alter the heavens and cleave the earth!
The scenes she had seen in her dreams and in Ansel's memories were ultimately illusory wisps of smoke.
Only when she truly held this trembling, beast-like power within her could she experience such ecstasy… such…
Happiness!
"You enjoyed crushing me earlier, didn't you? Now..."