Of course, such an infusion of the Power of Faith, drawing forth a faux Legend through unnatural growth, essentially amounted to a one-time use item that had overdrawn its potential.
But having already placed their faith in the Evil God, those Zealots naturally wouldn't care about potential or the future, or any of that sort.
However, within the side palace, Isadella did not pay too much attention to Dyres's report.
She simply placed her pale palm on her waist, right atop the ancient hilt of the Sacred Sword.
「The next moment.」
CLANG—
The clear ringing of the sword, accompanied by the radiant Red Gold light of the Sacred Sword, flashed into existence.
The majestic golden radiance, carrying with it tremendous mystery, pierced through the dome of the side palace.
