As the box opened, even though it was just a tiny crack, a powerful and majestic aura of magic surged forth from within.
Under normal circumstances, such a scene would typically herald the emergence of a rare treasure, causing phenomena to occur frequently, drawing the attention of the entire city. But now, regardless of how the magic inside the box surged, it remained firmly in Dorothy's grasp, with not a single breath leaking out, as if the Homebody Witch's palm was an independent world.
This is a Divine Skill, the Buddhist Kingdom in Palm.
Hmm, a new magic casually thought up by the Homebody Witch on the road.
Not hard at all, quite simple actually, just a little fusion of Spatial Magic with the Bodhisattva State of Mind, although it does burn magic power, capable of draining a Homebody Witch dry in a second.
But, what does draining the Homebody Witch have to do with me, the homebody outsider god?
Now she has enough magic power, she can afford to be carefree.
