Not Subtle

Riding the white torrent, countless high-level elemental runes gathered at the center of Niara's chest. The slug's previous body had been destroyed — but now, Darian could rebuild it easily.

Unfortunately, with just one ring, he still didn't have the ability to maintain another physical form.

Niara heard the voice echo in her mind. 'The Supreme Kamico Warlock!'

The miasma was swept away like mist under sunlight.

It was like a white sun had just been born in the middle of that place. The regular Risen froze, powerless — all the miasma on the planet was instantly purified.

Niara felt the pressure around her neck vanish. Then, as the light around her faded, a warm wave spread through her body, healing her completely.

Her eyes trembled. Her blue hair fluttered in the breeze as a cool wind brushed across her face. She saw green leaves dancing through the air, and the ground beneath her feet started to bloom with fresh, pure grass.