The suffocating oppressive force descended upon the entire battlefield, the last bit of light covered by a hand, dragging the whole world into darkness...
Seeing the terrifying giant hand in the sky, the noblemen on the hillside showed expressions of horror.
"Lord Nicholas!"
Duke Rosen said urgently.
His face was pale, no longer as composed as before.
Red Archbishop Nicholas looked to the sky, with a hint of seriousness in his deep gaze.
"Evil God..."
He murmured.
He raised the Eternal Emblem in his hand, his expression suddenly becoming solemn and sacred:
"Merciful Lord, Your devout servant prays to You here..."
"May You send down the light of justice to purify the evil in this world..."
As soon as the words fell, the sun emblem in Nicholas's hand instantly radiated dazzling light, and he himself seemed to age rapidly.
The light grew larger and brighter, then transformed into a magnificent pillar of light, shooting skyward...
