The iron helmet fell to the ground, emitting a crisp sound.
Losa stepped on the helmet, frowning slightly—it was a divine creature, wielding some of the authority of death.
He wasn't sure how this Vampire possessed such skills, but thankfully he won.
He removed the Holy Cross Plate Armor and from a pocket in the armor's lining, took out a bottle of Spiritual Recovery Potion, the last one he had.
The battle was tough, but he was far from being pushed to desperation.
For some reason, when using the divine radiance for long fights, Losa found the consumption rate to be much slower than he had expected.
After thinking back and forth, Losa could only sigh: "Perhaps, this is what divine favor is."
With such thoughts, it wasn't all in jest.
After all, even the Tree of Life garnered names like "Divine Wood" and "Tower of Babel", revered by pilgrims over ages, becoming divine; perhaps he, as "Saint Losa", after being called for so long, might truly gain some divinity.
