The "unknown" attack had not yet arrived, but the holy power, vast as the sea, had already been transmitted first.
The layer of blood curtain enveloping the sky was easily pierced with a large hole, then quickly dispersed.
The projection of the Evil God Perseus felt that pure white, scorching light even before Princeton did; in the passionate and rousing "opera" performance, His face froze instantly as if a false mask had been placed upon it.
Clearly, that soul-stirring familiar taste reminded Him of the "painful" encounter from time long past.
As a great being, half-human and half-god, in this material world where True Gods cannot descend, there was little left that concerned Him, but...that light was one of them!
"Is it a means left by that 'pseudo-god's' minions?"
