659 657 Hands of the Spirit (2/2)

”Thank God!

As soon as the burden was relieved, I put my natural power into the hands of the Spirit.

”Noooo!

All right! The connection, which didn't change a millimeter until just now, has begun to be distorted by the Spirit's hands!

Since there is no entity on the edge, there is no particular sound. But I felt like I could hear the noise of a mess or a mistletoe.

In the image of a rag squeeze, grip the knot on the edge and twist it up.

And it was an even more powerful moment.

The edges are lightly shattered, as the struggle I had just had is a lie. No, that's also my discretionary image, where the power of losing an entity just scattered into fine grains.

I guess the interference of my spiritual hands outweighed the intensity of the edges.

”Okay. Ahhh! What do you say, Lane, Weena Lane!

I immediately checked the condition of the lanes.

……

……

Is that it?

Both Lane and Weena Lane remain silent. True face, standing up.

also, could it be a failure? But you did destroy the edge, didn't you?

”Hey, hey. Both of you?

I tried to speak up again, that's when.

”... disappeared”

”... right”

The lanes squeal.

Short, just a word of whining. But I guess there's a feeling of universality in there.

Joy, loneliness, loneliness, liberation, pity, hope. We don't understand, it's thousands of years of thoughts that only the Lanes can understand.

And tears quietly conveyed the cheeks of Weena Lane. Beautiful high elves tear quietly, with mystery and quiet.

But we couldn't afford to look like that.

A tremendous amount of magic was beginning to emanate from Weena Lane's body.

While its magic is similar to that of Wiener Lane, it is not exactly the same. And I was certain it wasn't under the control of Weena Lane.

Normally, the magic just released dissolves into the atmosphere by spraying clouds. But this magic was different.

”Lane... I'll give it back”

”Yeah. Thanks, Weena”

I could see a vast amount of magic being drawn to the lane.