In the instant the Dragon Meteor poured down, the entire stone corridor was illuminated by the dark golden firelight.
The ancient patterns on the stone walls flickered violently under the intense heat, many of them dimming immediately.
But Helena just stood there, surrounded by a thin layer of silver-white light.
The dark golden fire rain fell within three feet of her, as if it had entered another space, not a single spark touched even the hem of her clothing.
She stood in the middle of the sea of fire, her snow-white Magic Robe spotless, as though she were outside a painting being scorched by flames.
Valentine's Dragon Breath followed closely, golden flames engulfing the entire passage like a torrent, burning the stone walls as if they were melting candles.
However, Helena remained in place, that silver-white light like a thin yet impassable spatial barrier, completely isolating her from the world ignited by the Dragon Breath.
