Black Sacred Flame surged into his body. Beginning from the armpits supported by his hands, the Black Sacred Flame spread slowly throughout his body, like ink seeping into clear water.
The God of Balance felt his body burning, a feeling he was familiar with, but this time, it was the dim Sacred Flame that engulfed him.
The God of Balance shook his head forcefully again. Finally regaining his senses, his gaze swept towards Ange, the surrounding believers and guardians, the Resting Wind in the sky, lastly resting on the Black Sacred Flame on his own body.
"What... what have you done to me?" As the God of Balance spoke, he swung his arm sideways, pulling it back behind him.
A hand reached out, grabbing his wrist, pinning him firmly in place.
"?" The God of Balance blinked, with heavy suspicion almost jumping from his eyes, someone grabbed his Divine Arm? Who was it?
He looked closely in confusion: A skeleton? Is this some kind of joke?