Looking at the massive entity before him, Anvis raised a finger, a faint white holy light emerging at the tip of his finger.
It was a pure and supreme Holy Power, originating from the essence of Archbishop Yanile, who had now broken through the Ninth Rank. Although the amount was trivial, in this basement filled with the Power of Desire, it shone like a bright star in the night.
Faced with this high essence of Holy Power, the massive amalgamation of flesh and eyes reacted, with substantial dark gazes gathering towards it.
Thus, the light dimmed instantly, like a candle flame in the wind.
But this dimming was not extinction, rather it was a special kind of transformation.
Just as flames turn to ashes, life moves towards death. Within the dimming light, the originally divine nature was completely erased, replaced by a sense of evil that was nearly indescribable in words.
