After this elevation of her state of mind, Aurora Sinclair felt as if her body had undergone another change.
She could seemingly sense the state of every living being—whether their vitality was flourishing or flickering like a candle in the wind.
Like the villagers on the opposite mountain peak; the vitality of some among them seemed to be running low.
Aurora Sinclair's eyes flew open. The Kaelan Mountains before her seemed normal, but much of the Power of Heaven and Earth around the peak had vanished.
The thick fog gradually dissipated, and sunlight shone down.
The blanket of snow was pure white and dazzling.
She raised a hand, slightly shielding her eyes from the sun.
Suddenly, she noticed the scar on her right arm was gone.
The skin was smooth, as if it had never been injured at all.
She leaped up from the ground and shot down the mountain.
Though the mountain wind howled, it couldn't harm her in the slightest.
