The shore of Crescent Lake was very quiet.
Centimeter Mountain was very quiet.
The Magic Stage was also very quiet.
Tushan Chujiu quietly watched the heatwave brushing past her, observing the slightly distorted silhouette of the warlock beyond. She watched the young man open his mouth, seemingly saying something, though she couldn't hear a word.
The series of magical power impacts from the collision between the Silent Birds and the fireball made her feel the blood surging within her body, and her ears were filled with a buzzing sound. She felt a bit flushed.
This should be the aftermath of the blood surging, she thought to herself. Of course, it might also be due to the heatwaves still rolling on the Magic Stage.
She took a deep breath, still very calm.
"It's not too late to stop now."
