apter 7
Ethan’s gaze was tender, filled with an endless, quiet affection.
Serin, I’d like to try it myself,” he said.
I was taken aback.
He gently squeezed my hand. “The Sacred Flame is no ordinary fire. I know you possess immense power. You’re a goddess, but if you
ere to get hurt by this flame, its force might be difficult to
suppress even for you.”
“I don’t want you to suffer any damage to your divine power because of me.”
His serious gaze shook me to the core.
Before I could gather my thoughts, Ethan let go of my hand. The golden magma rippled beneath his steps as he moved forward. Sitting cross–legged in the lava pool, the flames gradually devoured his thin robe, revealing the fine contours of his muscles.
The Sacred Flame began to gather.
The onlookers lifted their heads in anticipation, only to soon look disappointed.
“Why is there just one cluster of flame…”
But in the next second, fire burst forth like a soaring dragon.
It crashed into the Divine Lava Pool, stunning everyone.
That first wave of Sacred Flame was already more powerful than what most achieved with their second or even third wave. It proved that Ethan’s cultivation was far beyond the others.
As I watched the shock take over the faces of those who once sneered and scorned him, I couldn’t help but smile. In our past life, Ethan had endured five waves of Sacred Flame all on his own.
One flame after another rained down. When the fifth one hit, I thought he would rise.
But to my surprise, he remained perfectly still.
“Ethan?” I called softly, frowning in concern. He was already covered in burns, clearly reaching his
limit.
But he only smiled at me. “I can do this.”
The next moment, an enormous surge of fire descended. I held my breath, tense with worry,
Just a few seconds later, the flame faded and he had withstood the sixth wave
He had surpassed even his past self. If we didn’t count Aether’s achievements in our previous life Ethan was now the foremost god of the Dravon family.
I watched him stagger to his feet and bow to the King.
The King’s expression lit up with satisfaction.
But just as Ethan was about to step out of the Divine Awakening Pool, I called out, “Wait.”
I walked over slowly. He flinched, his pupils tightening the moment more flames began to
condense.
“Careful!” he warned.
I took his hand and soothed him gently. “Don’t be afraid.”
That day, Ethan’s name was etched into the history of the Dravon family.
He had withstood six waves of Sacred Flame on his own, and with my help, he endured three more.
He successfully awakened his divine power.
And because I only absorbed three waves for him, I remained completely unscathed.
As I looked at him, a warm feeling bloomed in my heart.
Chapter 8
