A holy power two levels above Hilde’s swept through the area. Under the ultimate brilliance of that pure light, the sainhwa flowers shriveled from the roots up. Everyone turned around in relief, brightening at what they saw. Aillet! Sis! Ma’am! Aillet, wearing a grim expression, stepped toward the group. With heavier steps than usual, she trampled the stubborn sainhwa sprouts...
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