Recalling the information in her mind, she slowly extended her hand, palm up and fingers spread, as if to receive a gift from her god.
"Divine Technique—Fireball!"
She chanted the words aloud.
The next second.
Faint points of light appeared in the surrounding air. Like glittering stars in the night sky, they quickly gathered, converging above the palm of her hand.
A Fireball the size of a baby's fist gradually took shape. It emanated a soft, orange-red glow and pulsed gently, like a living heart.
She could clearly feel the scorching heat coming from it.
"Is this the power granted by my Lord?"
Wuan Anning murmured to herself, her eyes filled with amazement and awe.
Just then, the Fireball flickered twice, like a lamp about to go out. Its light dimmed rapidly, its size shrank, and it finally dissipated into the air, leaving behind only a faint, warm trace.
At the same time.
Wuan Anning felt as if her body had been instantly hollowed out.
