As he spoke, he tried to get up with all his strength. His body, which had just suffered a heavy blow, fell to the side uncontrollably and almost hit the ancient wall next to him. He was almost close to his ear.

Amidst the whistling cold wind, a pair of slender hands reached Duan Qing's side in time, but the attempt to lift Duan Qing failed in the flash and fluctuation that passed straight through: "

you……"

"What’s wrong with you?"

Looking at the emerald green light that gradually appeared on the arms, Duan Qing, who was sitting on the ground, cast his surprised eyes on Ayina. The latter hesitated slightly, and then turned around like a spirit.

The body-like transparent arms were raised in front of him: "I...Aina...I..."

"I...I'm fine." Her voice trembled, but her undulating chest gradually stabilized: "It's...yes, the...function of the ritual..."

"...What is the function of the ritual?" Duan Qing, regardless of his own injuries, suddenly jumped up from the ground: "What are the side effects of that ritual?"

"side effect?"

As if she couldn't understand the meaning of these words together, Ayina blinked her eyes, and after a while, in the silent atmosphere that gradually spread around her, she lowered her head slightly sadly: "... It should be

, because the ceremony... was not... completed..."

"The ritual... was not... completed, so... my body... was... not... completed..."

Reading out the shocking conclusion that was unacceptable word for word, she put her hands, which were gradually becoming transparent, behind her where Duan Qing and Christine could not see them: "Don't... worry.

,I...completed...my mission."

"Leave the explanation here to me..."
Chapter completed!