Pama.
A power that repels and obliterates demonic energy, delivering fatal blows to those imbued with it.
This was the very reason the Sacred Sword and her blade regiment were formed, and why she became a beacon of hope in the war against the Demonic Cult.
The sole hope.
The light of Zhongyuan.
A miracle capable of opposing the Cheonma, the absolute ruler, and bringing about victory.
That was Pama.
A force that demonstrated absolute power over demonic energy.
A power only the Sacred Sword, Wi Seol-ah, had ever possessed.
âHow did this end up happening?â
How did I come to wield such power?
I stared at the white flames coiling around my hand, lost in thought.
"No... no..."
The Celestial Stream Sectâs Master was trembling, his despair evident.
He looked pitiful.
The enormous frame that had once towered over eight feet tall, and the skin that seemed inhuman, had both reverted to their original forms.
No, it was worse than his original state.
Heâd lost even the robust physique he once had. Despite being a martial artist, his body was now so emaciated it seemed like a brittle twig that might snap with a touch.
He had lost all vitality. The Celestial Stream Sectâs Master was in no condition to be called normal. His appearance resembled someone who had...
âLost their innate energy.â
The very source of life that all humans possess. He looked like someone who had been almost completely drained of it.
Why had this happened?
It must have been my flames.
âI meant to incinerate him completely.â
Iâd intended to burn him to nothing, leaving no trace of even his bones. But instead, something else had been burned away.