Lingquan's voice flickered in her head:
[Warning. Host energy levels destabilizing. Poison resonance: 76%]
Lingquan's voice echoed inside her mind.
[Every flame you release accelerates the decay. But also… whatever you just awakened, it's not mine. It's yours.]
Fengya slammed both palms into the air, splitting the sky with a column of blinding light. Qingran countered it, both arms out, calling forth a writhing storm of black-violet fire.
They collided in midair.
The explosion ripped through three levels of the building.
Cultists below screamed, blown away like leaves.
Qingran dropped through the smoke, her body trailing fire. She landed, staggered, and roared back to her feet.
Fengya's robe was torn now, and her once, smiling lips were pressed in a flat line. Sweat trickled down her temple.
"You're not supposed to be able to push me this far.." Fengya hissed. "You were dying."
