Fortunately, Vimiya, who was standing next to her, stopped her in time, preventing the influence of the fire witch from spreading further.

"It's okay, Roland will wake up."

Time passed by minute by minute, and everyone's heart was hanging in the air, observing various data. If there was no response after a while, Vimiya would activate the Moon Crown and force the time in this small space to turn back. However, just such a few minutes of reversal would greatly consume magic power, and would also make themselves and the crown fall into a deep sleep again, and would not wake up until several years at least, or even ten years at most.

Just as the counter slowly reached the end and Vimiya was about to be unable to suppress Keti, the light sand gathered again in the small space within the glass cover, and a familiar and slender figure slowly condensed again.

"Loran." Katie called out his name, the flames on her body slowly died down, and she returned to her usual quiet state.

"Now we have achieved some results." Dorothy murmured.

"Yeah." Si Ye, who was sitting next to her, nodded in approval.

Then the witches stood up, took Loran Hill out of the experimental glass cover, examined him carefully, and then slowly felt relieved.

Luo Lan is still the same Luo Lan, without any memory loss or drastic change in personality. This shows that she is indeed extraordinary, and she can recover spontaneously even when her soul is scattered.

Although the process is demanding and there cannot be too much interference, this is a fact beyond imagination.

Maybe this is the nature of wind, it is not so restricted by shape.

After taking off the patch sensor on his head, Loran Hill stood up from his chair. He was still a little weak at this time. With the help of Vimiya and Kati, he sat down on the sofa beside him, lying on his side in Kati's arms, slowly recalling what had just happened.

She did lose consciousness, and even had no perception or memory for a short period of time, but it was as if she was slowly reassembled in the flow, piece by piece, and settled down again under the erosion of chaotic phantoms, turning into a tangible individual.

Listening to her story, some witches were surprised, some were curious, and a few were envious, because they had died in the erosion of chaotic phantoms. The helpless shattering and dissipation of consciousness was extremely terrifying and desperate.

"It really is the primordial wind."

"yes."

"This should be considered the oldest power, worthy of being the pillar of the throne of God. It can accept countless chaotic prayers and consciousness, refine them, and condense them into the cornerstone of pure desire."

Amidst this noisy atmosphere, the subsequent plans were also finalized.

That is, entering the Sea of ​​Aegeka.