Even then, the enemy had their own divine artillery.
A bishop sent by another king fired from afar — "Purifying Light."
A white beam meant to erase all blessings.
The disciple of hymns — the one who turned faith into weapon — sang a single verse and created a resonant dome.
The beam hit the dome and bounced back, tearing through the enemy's formation behind the bishop.
Without realizing it, the fool had unleashed divine annihilation on his own troops.
Columns of light sliced through his ranks like blades through paper.
The war wasn't just physical — it was tactical.
Enemy generals tried flanking maneuvers, sacrificing shock units to open breaches, and leading heavy beast-mounted cavalry into synchronized strikes.
But Jax's disciples had been trained to read patterns — they used faith as radar.
Every prayer, every scream from the believers sharpened their senses.
