"T-this boy..." Mialthara stood now—right in front of her was Prince Orion, and behind her clung Kyle, his fingers digging into her clothes as he used her as a meat shield against the man who could manipulate Qi.
This ability naturally made even her vulnerable.
However, due to her practice of forbidden techniques, she was somewhat less dependent on Qi, leading to a significantly lower presence of it in her system compared to her dominant blood art abilities.
Until now, the resonance—just as Kyle had described—was turning one's own Qi against them, the density pressing down on them like an invisible weight.
But for her, it seemed that the forbidden technique and reliance on blood art had made her body strong enough to endure.
She wasn't immune to the suppression—no, it was just that the burden was bearable.
