Compared with the unrest among players worldwide, Magic City was much calmer.
A vast screen floated in the air, showing Qin Chuan and the others everything happening on and below the walls of Rust City with the clarity of a live battlefield feed.
They saw Roderick bathed in Holy Light, transformed into a Holy Spirit.
They saw Blackwater Company's elite squad erased in divine flames, along with their arrogance and conceit.
And they saw the Divine Word shoot skyward, then turn into a rain of golden light that washed away the Sin Karma of the surrounding land.
Cheers thundered from the screen. The fervent Faith Power seemed almost ready to spill out and take physical form.
But inside the Divine Might Space, no one spoke.
At some point, tiny Creation Runes had appeared at Season Star's fingertips. They combined, broke apart, and reformed at dizzying speed, as though she were running a simulation.
Her gaze stayed fixed on the Faith Lighthouse at the center of Rust City, which grew brighter by the moment. She looked as excited as if she had discovered a new world.
The lighthouse's energy structure lay entirely outside her existing knowledge. It was not merely a mass of gathered energy. It was more like a converter for faith.
If she could decipher its structure, she could recreate it in the Western European War Zone and suppress the Breath of Wrath there in one stroke.
"What an... absurd power," Dragon Soaring World murmured.
He had completed the Atonement Trial, his will tempered through countless ordeals. Yet Roderick's display of power still shook him to his core.
It was not the sharp edge of a warrior's will, nor the careful climb up the Ladder to Godhood. It was something more direct, more pure: power born of an answer.