The crimson light belonged to the female Demigod, and the emerald belonged to the Undead High Drake, a reflection of Lucky's flame.
Knowing that Spartan's Abyssal Flames, while undoubtedly strong, were too destructive, he had opted for Lucky's flame instead.
While not as strong when its poison property wasn't factored in, it was still considerably more potent than ordinary flames. To think that one decision alone had led to such a massive transformation.
Even with the battle already far beyond Brightgate City, the destruction left in its wake remained visible for dozens of kilometers.
Every few seconds, another thunderous collision echoed through the region and caused the world beneath Michael's feet to tremble.
With a pale face from the enormous energy consumption needed to sustain his law skill, Michael's eyes remained locked on the figure above.
The female Demigod had finally recovered from the earlier dragon breath.
