Minutes after unleashing the Dragon's Tongue, Baines' throat remained raw and unhealed, forcing him to communicate telepathically.
-Wick, what was that?
He asked, his mind reeling from the display he had witnessed. The Wick he had just seen, towering with an aura that seemed to bend reality had been a terrifying sight.
He had assumed Wick had broken through to a higher star level, but as the Ashentel domain dissipated, the subordinate's power reverted to 7th-star.
-Ashenfall release.
Wick replied, his mental voice calm and precise.
'Release?' Baines tilted his head, confusion etching his features. If that was the release, what had he been wielding all this time?
The realization struck him like a physical blow, he knew next to nothing about Ashenfall's true potential.
But could he blame himself? But then again, he most died because of that ignorance.
