The Gods' Roots were born from nature and blessed by the gods.
Only druids who had been baptized by nature could summon them.
Given her status as a princess, it was no surprise that Liora could wield such power.
Even so, summoning the Gods' Roots wasn't easy. It demanded a massive reserve of mana, and maintaining their form drained even more.
That was why Liora now looked exhausted, panting heavily.
"You've lost, Nysera. Give up now. Your efforts are futile," Liora said with a small, confident smile.
At first, she hadn't cared much about this test. Making it into the top ten was enough.
But Merlin's words still echoed in her mind, and she wanted to prove she could achieve the best results.
"Give up? How is that possible?"
Nysera opened her jaws, and a fireball instantly formed between them.
She hurled it at the roots, detonating it on impact.
The Gods' Roots, however, were incredibly strong—her attack didn't leave a single scratch.
