"Curse—Is this devouring itself!?"
The mother couldn't help but exclaim softly in disbelief, her eyes wide open as she watched the scene.
For those born without defilement like the Moon People, everything happening was beyond her comprehension.
Her exclamation did not affect the two people in the room.
The shadow struggled madly, trying to break free from the Hero's grip, the Magic Silk Threads snapping one by one.
But as her struggle grew more intense, the magic within the Hero continuously released, accompanied by the spreading moonlight filling the room, and then began to condense into a shell, as if woven into a cocoon of moonlight.
The pure white Radiance enveloped the two like an egg cocoon, and the surge of magic made the entire mansion begin to tremble, with fine cracks gradually spreading on the walls and floors.
As the torrent of magic kept expanding, it also compressed the space within the cocoon, maintaining it in a delicate balance.
