The Wax Melt Demon trapped in the Silverfire couldn't even muster a scream; even the formidable Vikna's Claw stood no chance against the joint attack from these two goddesses.
Watching the giant candle slowly melt, Hill suddenly stood up, then slowly sat down again... He'd never imagined witnessing the collaboration between Shaer and Celene with his own eyes one day.
Her courtyard echoed with Celene's silver-bell-like laughter, which sounded lively and light.
It was rare for Celene not to speak at length… No matter what Shaer was thinking when she acted, the sisters between them have gathered almost unwavering hatred like the ancient snow mountain, and now, quietly, appeared a crack.
No one knew where this crack would lead… Maybe it would become a small stream flowing down an ice mountain, even if only trickling, it would always exist.
Or maybe it would be refrozen due to an overly cold external environment.
But at least, on this day, which no one expected, it occurred.
