Under the shadows of pitch black and dark red, Lorenz's wrinkled hand just touched an ancient relief engraved with radiant brilliance, and a sacred light surged from it.
For a moment, the ancient relief seemed to merge with the emitted brilliance, giving a sense of timelessness yet powerful strangeness.
Although that trace of sacred light was soon swallowed by the surrounding darkness and dark red, our side's strong ones all felt enveloped by a warmth, and the energy within their bodies began to recover more actively.
"This is the true power of the Temple of Light, but now..."
Some of the priest-type powerhouses in the team, who once left the Temple of Light, couldn't help but lower their eyebrows and clench their fists as they felt the warmth brushing their cheeks.
Since Radiant City had been closed for a century, they had not been to this legendary holy land before, but had admired its splendor in many classics and epics.
