The gloomy frost finally dissipated, leaving only Wester's frozen corpse behind.
It was too quick. Too abrupt...not even Seban could understand what had just happened.
Icard remained standing for a few seconds longer.
[Your Mana Pool Limit Has Been Greatly Exceeded And Mana Supplement Has Been Forcefully Withdrawn]
At that, Icard dropped to one knee, exhaustion crashing over him as the frost he exhaled slowly faded away.
"Icard!"
They rushed toward him. Not far away lay Eric. Alia had already gone to him.
"Are you okay?" Reya asked urgently.
"Yeah. I think so," Icard replied weakly as Reya helped him steady himself.
His gaze shifted to Eric.
Eric's body was scorched black, veins faintly glowing beneath his skin where the crimson flames had burned too deeply.
His clothes were charred, torn apart where power had erupted through them, and faint heat still radiated from his body.
This was worse than the time he used the crimson flames on Wester's sent attacker the other day.
