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The whole prison melted and covered my shields into twenty-four layers, and now all these layers are burning in the fire so thick that it feels like it is a liquid.

The power of fire and physical pressing of twenty-four layers have reached such a degree that now, it has begun to crack my extremly powerful shields that very few people have done; half of my shields have already been covered in the cracks, while the cracks are slowly spreading into the other half.

The Black Sharkman Fasra is watching everything with clear eyes; its face seems unreadable with its emotions being calmed down, but if looked at clearly, they will see the faint shadow of a smile on its lips. 

It is happy, and it isn't able to hide it.