Chapter 539: Angels
"……"
Loren cast spells, accelerating once more, completely unconcerned with draining his mana.
When his reserves ran low he would drink a mana-restoring potion, always keeping himself at full capacity.
As Loren flew past a certain threshold, the sky changed in an instant.
One moment it was overcast and rainy, the next it turned into blazing clear weather, the sun high and harsh, the light painfully bright.
Christmas had just passed, it was still winter, and Loren had just entered the God of Plague's territory — this place was nothing like the God of Bountiful Harvest's domain; this was true winter.
Yet now, not only had the snow melted, even the ground was cracked from being unable to tolerate the sun.
"This is trouble…"
Even if Loren were foolish, he could guess what was happening: this was the influence of the God of Light and Fire.