Vishi's eyes were vacant, staring blankly at the sky desecrated by the Divine Lord, her boneless hand almost slipping from Ash's grasp. Ash tugged at her but couldn't pull her up. This Ghost Prophet, who had always been arrogant and haughty in front of him, seemed at this moment to truly become a maid in need of his support.
He also clearly felt that Vishi was not afraid. This woman, who lived like a viper, had long abandoned the physiological mechanism of fear. She simply felt powerless; a viper need not fear lions or tigers, but faced with floods and landslides, what significance does a viper's venomous bite hold?
With the rivers and mountains, with the universe, they finally glimpsed a corner of the Divine Lord's power.
