1323 Smile

Any small changes in the world should not be neglected.

A flap of a butterfly's wing might cause a storm a few thousand miles away after a while.

A nail short of hammering might lose a war or doom a country.

Wu's prayers didn't bring a storm or doom a country though.

All she prayed for was to change the power in Kieran's body, the power of the Devil Lord that resided in the Origin Force; it was melting away as time passed.

The power didn't increase or decrease; its changes were on a constant level.

The power, as dim as a fire on a dying candle, became firm within a breath. It was still a small fire, but it was also the fire that shook all beings.

Kieran slowly sat up, eventually crawling up.

The whole process was like a dying older man trying to stand up, but his face was still youthful and the injuries on his body were healing without any medicine or treatment.

The golden lion looked at Kieran, who returned his gaze.