After a few seconds, even those with no hair that could bristle felt the mass of accumulated mana pressed against their skin, no matter how distant from Bladerock Mound they were.

When Faluel couldn’t contain Venom Fang anymore, she shot the proto-Blade Spell above her head. It produced a pillar of energy that pierced through the clouds and cleared the night sky.

The light of the moon, the stars, and that released by Venom Fang lit Bladerock Mound as if it were under a giant spotlight compared to the darkness of the rest of the Jeghon Plains.

For a brief moment, the sun seemed to have appeared in the night sky. Its brilliance drove away the shadows and forced the people in the crowd to shield their eyes with their upper limbs.

Then, as the Blade Spell got further and further away, it became a second moon and then a small star that twinkled among the constellations for a few moments before disappearing in the blackness of space forever.

The undead called it a reverse nova, but anyone who had not lived long enough to see such a phenomenon to occur naturally called it a miracle.

“I’m sorry for the poor execution and delivery, but I got Gungnir just yesterday.” Faluel said, making the Awakened either gasp or look at the priceless weapons they carried with them as if they were rotten garbage. “That’s all from me. Lith.”