"Finally, the Divine Spirit Tree's taking action." For the first ti since the crystal cracked, Selina's fear faded away.
She was far more terrified of the Divine Spirit Tree's restrictions than of the fire phantom that absorbed the remnant power from the Divine Power Crystal.
It was precisely because of this that she didn't dare to enter the void space herself, opting to use a clone instead.
The fire phantom, however, wasn't giving up easily. It roared again, and with a desperate surge of power, a massive fire pillar erupted from its body.
The pillar's radius stretched tens of ters, reaching as high as the second floor of the void space and continuing above.
Flas twisted and crackled, lighting up the surroundings as the heat grew unbearable.
For a brief mont, the fire pillar gave the phantom, now fully awakened as Ignara, the Goddess of Wildfire, a short reprieve from the crushing pressure of the Divine Spirit Tree.
But that reprieve ca at a steep cost. Most of the divine power the crystal had imbued into her was spent in that single, defiant act.
Ignara's fiery eyes sharpened with rage as her body stabilized, her consciousness fully awakening.
She stopped roaring, and her gaze darkened as she scanned her surroundings.
Her fury was palpable, she reached out with a flaming hand and caught one of the nearby Elite Half-Drow, absorbing its mories in an instant.
It was through this act that she finally grasped the full extent of the situation.
Ignara's body flickered as realization hit her hard—so many of her devote believers had died, their lives wasted, all caused by unknown mortals.
"Mortals..." her voice echoed, a whisper of fury that reverberated like thunder across the battlefield.
Her anger grew tenfold as her fiery gaze searched for the one responsible for the massacre of her believers.
But the Divine Spirit Tree did not allow her the luxury of vengeance. The pressure surrounding Ignara increased, growing stronger and heavier with each passing second.
What once felt like an invisible mountain pressing down on her now beca an entire world crushing her fla-born body.
The fire pillar that had risen so powerfully before suddenly vanished, snuffed out like a candle in a storm.
The weight of the Spirit Tree's power began to compress Ignara's colossal form. Her once-imposing figure started to bend and crack.
Flas that had burned so fiercely dimd, and cracks spider-webbed across her now-solidified body of fire.
The sheer force of the Divine Spirit Tree's will was undeniable—unyielding, unrelenting.
Ignara snarled her voice a mixture of pain and wrath. "Damn mortals!" she bellowed, her body shuddering under the onslaught.
Flas burst sporadically from her body together with violent wind, but they were quickly extinguished by the ever-increasing pressure.
The ground beneath her feet fractured as her fire-born legs buckled, and more cracks splintered across her fiery limbs and torso.
The great fire goddess—whose re presence had turned the ground to molten lava—was now being torn apart by a power beyond her control.
But as a remnant thought, there is nothing more she can do in her current situation.
Unable to find her target, Ignara let out a final curse, her voice dripping with bitterness.
"I let you win this ti… but it won't be long before you suffer!" Her words rang out, spreading all around the second-floor ringing in everyone's ears.
Selina's lips curled into a wry smile. "That old Half-Drow underestimated more than just ."
Though far from safe, the battlefield was no longer the death trap it had been monts ago.
The fire phantom's awakening had been halted, and now, under the crushing pressure of the Divine Spirit Tree, it wouldn't last long.
Selina turned, ready to make a proper retreat now that the imdiate threat had been neutralized—or at least contained.
However, her eyes remained sharp, because what the phantom spoke was the sa as what the Half-Drow Leader spoke before he disappeared.
With a final roar of frustration, Ignara's body shattered under the crushing pressure of the Divine Spirit Tree.
As Ignara's fiery form continued to shatter and compress under the weight of the Divine Spirit Tree's pressure, her focus shifted upward.
Her fla-flickering gaze landed on a nearby second floor, where Ram and Mai stood.
Though she had been unable to exact vengeance on the main culprits behind the destruction of her believers, Ignara had found sothing else.
When her divine senses swept across the battlefield earlier, she had detected soone with an unusually powerful potential—a suitable vessel for her Soul Possession.
A vessel. And not just any vessel, but one with huge amounts of Life Energy and Spiritual power that can perfectly mask her presence.
Even as her consciousness teetered on the edge of destruction, Ignara's lips curled into a wicked smile.
"Haha, my lucky day," Ignara laughed darkly, her voice low and full of malice. "I found soone with excellent qualifications."
Her gaze fixated on Ram, who, standing beside Mai, watched the battle unfold below, completely unaware of the danger closing in on him.
To Ignara, Ram's powerful spiritual aura made him the perfect candidate for her escape.
The Divine Spirit Tree may have crushed her physical form, but her soul could still survive—and thrive—inside a new host.
watching the final monts of the huge creature, Ram thought as he laughed to himself, "If I think about it, I should also be considered the main culprit behind the downfall of this Half Drows, right?"
His chuckle broke the silence, catching Mai's attention.
"What are you laughing at?" she asked, casting him a sideways glance, her tone laced with curiosity and doubt.
Ram shrugged, his smile widening. "Nothing," he replied, keeping his thoughts to himself. "Just thinking it's over, and we're safe."
Mai's lips twitched into a faint smile, though she still seed uncertain. "Yeah, it's over, I guess..." she trailed off, her sharp eyes scanning the battlefield below, making sure there were no more hidden threats.
But Ram's amusent was short-lived. As Ignara's body crumbled in its final monts, her consciousness broke free from the collapsing flas.
With a surge of remaining divine power, she cast off the last fragnts of her fla phantom body and condensed into a flowing beam of light.
In that mont, Ignara had one target: Ram.
The light streaked across the battlefield with unnatural speed, unnoticed by the chanical soldiers retreating from the chaos.
It shot upward, a blur of molten gold and red, aiming straight for Ram, who was still standing there, watching the battlefield, ignorant.
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