Chapter 197: The Death of Drost (5k)_2
That was the radiance that could twist everything back to its original form, lifting the curses.
It shone upon the Guardian, though it carried no heat.
But on the two giants, golden flames suddenly erupted—it burned swiftly as if cotton soaked in alcohol was set alight.
In just an instant, their visage became blurred, and their limbs were burned until only vague frames remained.
... A dispelling spell from the Path of Devotion?
The Guardian felt the light and murmured within his heart.
He felt heavy-hearted, reflecting on his own lack of composure, while also vigilantly watching his surroundings.
To think that an illusion had frightened him...no, more accurately, enraged him.
Despite the "Eye of Avalon" revealing the truth, he still experienced a moment of irrationality upon seeing Wolfram.