Dead silence shrouded the walls of Rust City.
Everyone seemed to have their throats squeezed shut as they stared blankly at the unbelievably clean, circular clearing beneath the walls.
It was as if an invisible hand of God had used an eraser to wipe every monster and corpse from that area, leaving it spotlessly clean.
The nauseating stench of rot and Envy in the wind had consequently faded considerably.
"This... this..."
Scott stood with his mouth agape. His Adam's apple bobbed violently, yet he couldn't utter a single word.
He knew Roderick was powerful. He had even mentally prepared himself for the possibility that Roderick might summon some powerful Holy Spirit or unleash a massive area-of-effect spell.
But he had never imagined it would take this form.
There had been no earth-shaking explosion, no world-destroying shock wave.
There had only been light.
Warm and holy, yet possessing an undeniable power of final Judgment.
That hadn't been magic, nor had it been a skill.
It had been the Divine Word.
It was the Walking Holy Spirit among mortals, proclaiming his Divine Authority.
"My God..."
The priest Andre's staff slipped from his hand, and his knees gave way as he fell to the ground.
His reaction was like a stone dropped into a tranquil lake, instantly stirring up a thousand waves.
On the city walls, thousands of players, old and new, regardless of class, dropped to one knee in unison.
They lowered their weapons and bowed their heads, offering their most devout respect to the figure standing at the very front of the wall.
A mighty torrent of Faith Power converged and surged toward the Faith Lighthouse!
Buzz—
The Faith Lighthouse at the center of the square seemed to have received unprecedented nourishment. The Platinum-Gold Pillar of Light spiraling upward around its