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BOOOM! BOOOM! BOOOM! BOOOM! BOOOM! BOOOM!
We all stared in disbelief at the sheer power Lara had achieved since her training. Only my mother, my brother, Mist, and Nephilim seemed unsurprised.
"This place is overflowing with spirits more than anywhere else, so I can do a little more than usual!" Lara giggled. "Eh… Thunder!"
As she spoke, the thunder spirits spiraled and compressed into gigantic thunder dragons. They rushed downward and exploded, slaughtering more and more monsters.
"A little more?!" I asked.
"Without this environment, her abilities are around thirty percent weaker, I guess," Mist said, rubbing her chin.
"T-That's ridiculous!" I gasped.
"Yeeaaah…" Mist nodded. "We got used to it. Lara is just… well, she is the Saint of Spirits. The first ever."
I was beginning to realize that this Saint of Spirits, created through the cooperation of the Spirit Gods and the Gods above, might be a weapon in herself.
