Thirteenth
*Sizzle!~* *Sizzle!~*
The annihilative heavenly flames were being pushed out by Epsila's soul force. Her undulations reverberated as she slipped out of the cauldron's lid, rising above as the blue-gold light flowed out in waves.
Her appearance remained the same, cerulean and crystalline like a blue-green diamond. However, there were hundreds of tiny runes etched on her tiny pill frame, appearing to give off a radiant light before they disappeared.
Epsila sounded like she was shivering in a cold climate despite the extreme heat seeping into the barrier. She flew into Dalila's hand, who held her with a pinch of her finger before placing her on her palm.
Her palm already possessed burn marks, and so did her face, neck, and even her cleavage, where her robe had melted due to the overwhelming heat.