Golden lights burst forth like a tidal wave, radiating from one side of the elven woman's form, while from her other side, black flames coiled upward like serpents devouring the wind. Her aura surged violently, splitting the air itself between brilliance and annihilation.
The air hummed and crackled, not with thunder but with divine tension.
Max narrowed his eyes. "Concept of Light and Concept of Flames?" he muttered, his expression sharpening with caution.
Dual-element comprehension was already rare among top geniuses, but the way her aura blended those two opposing forces in seamless harmony sent an undeniable warning through his instincts—this wasn't just mastery; this was embodiment.
Suddenly, behind her, something bloomed—slow at first, then blindingly fast. A golden radiance erupted from the stone floor, and before Max's eyes could fully adjust, a colossal, humongous tree shot up through the broken roof of the temple.
