With Grant's voice echoing faintly in the ruins, a familiar figure appeared once again before everyone's eyes. "This...how is this possible?" someone in the crowd suddenly shouted. Instantly, a chorus of gasps and exclamations rose up, and Yahir scrambled to his feet, looking over as well. In the midst of the rubble, a pile of bricks and debris fell like leaves, and Grant stood up, completely unscathed except for some torn clothing.
Liam's eyes widened in shock. As a user, he was more keenly aware than anyone else of the power of the Blood Oath just now. Even if it were a peerless master of the Intermediate Level of the Arcanum, they would never be able to remain as calm and composed as Grant.
"How is this possible? How could you withstand the damage of the Blood Oath?" Liam's expression was filled with fear and disbelief. He couldn't imagine how Grant had managed to withstand such an explosion.
