Before Xifa had time to throw the fireball down, the color of the fireball above his head quickly faded, like a flower that has withered before it blooms.

The surrounding space became gloomy and dim at some point, as if he had come to the underworld all of a sudden.

Xifa smiled, simply put away his own flames, turned his face halfway, and looked behind.

behind him.

A figure emerged silently, outlined in the air.

Silver

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