'This was their plan all along.'
Regret was an emotion that would've engulfed Anorah if not for the emotionless state of Logoth.
Fire and stone blasted out into the quiet night as a column of destruction ripped out from the middle of the Santums.
The once dark, quiet night had shifted, replaced by the roar of explosion and a brilliant scarlet that reflected in Anorah's emotionless eyes.
The explosion hadn't forcibly shifted Anorah's position. She was God of Asterra, nothing could move her.
Instead, her mind flickered through an incalculable number of thoughts as she tried to make sense of this situation.
"Saint!"
One struggled by her side, along with the other Knights of Light. Though she had wrapped the whole group in a dome of her will, the heavy force that came from the pillar piercing the night sky somehow found its way to affect them.
'It affects will.'
