A nautical mile away, Byron turned pale after casting the Nation-Destroying Nail and sat down directly on the back of the Man-Eater Shark.
Violet, who had been supporting Byron, also knelt beside him so he could lean on her more steadily.
Yet, she didn't feel like she was taking care of a fellow ally suffering the same afflictions; instead, she sincerely felt that Byron, three years her junior, was shielding her from the storm.
And he truly was!
Clutching his hand, which had grown somewhat cold after his consecutive bursts of power in the storm, she couldn't help but express her concern, "Is this a Sacred Relic passed down by the Lancaster family? Does using it exact a great toll?"
Of course, those Sacred Relics did have side effects. Some were serious, others mild.
Usually, the user had to bear the corresponding Mandate of Heaven or, in other words, the associated historical responsibility.
