Within the flames, a delicate lady's rose-colored wand, roughly half a meter in length, floated quietly.
"Huff—huff—huff—"
Loud gasps came from a location not far from Ronan's side.
Ronan turned his head and was surprised to see that Young Wizard Donny, who had just been swallowed by the terrifying blaze, was not dead.
He was standing in the Void, his face deathly pale.
Only half of his pure white Wings of Light remained behind him, still melting away, and his moon-white Magic Robe was full of marks scorched by the Flames, the whole person looked utterly disheveled, devoid of the earlier arrogance and composure.
What truly moved people were his eyes.
At this moment, the eyes of Young Wizard Donny were filled with a fear so thick it seemed insurmountable, like an overly frightened rabbit; his pale lips kept repeating a phrase incessantly.
"The Red Lotus Staff!... She's here! She's come!!"
