The wave of energy pushed her back, her boots carving trenches into the blackened earth.
But it wasn't just her. The attack also pushed the demon and the Undying Flame backward at the same time, essentially resetting the entire battlefield in a single breath.
The dust was cleared, the fires were flattened, and every combatant was forced to a standstill at the edges of the clearing.
Althea took a ragged breath and felt the heat of the air in her lungs. She had to change her entire outlook on the Holy Son. This was much, much worse than she had initially estimated.
Was this why he was so confident?
She could not reach him through that barrier of raw energy, and had also prepared what was essentially an infinitely evolving watchdog to fight against them.
This is bad… All of Althea's prior calm was entirely gone. Her eyes moved hastily from the grinning Holy Son to the rest of the battlefield, her mind rapidly working out ways to turn the situation in her favour.
