Faralis was wrapped in flames, her tattered white wedding dress also sparking with little stars of fire, and the Flame Greatsword that had fallen to the ground flew back into her hands, like a torch that had been lit.
The flames, like a red torrent, climbed along the blade toward the Pope, the crimson beam of light burning everything it touched to ashes, even leaving black marks on the stone floor.
The intense flow of flames enveloped the two greatswords the Pope used to block, as if it wanted to turn them to ash.
But Chen Ke knew it wasn't that simple. Within the roaring flames, streams of purple and blue energy flowed, resembling veins, which incredibly climbed up the flames towards Faralis.
Faralis noticed this phenomenon, she withdrew the flames, leapt backward, and left a large puddle of fire water on the ground.
The Pope twirled his two greatswords, and the flames on the blades immediately extinguished, the original glowing energy reclaiming its dominance.
