The Holy Light High Priest could only report the current state of the war, the Holy Light Faction's predicament, and his personal assessment of how the situation might develop, laying it all out in full before the Radiant Will and praying for it to deliver the most appropriate judgment.
As for whether that judgment meant granting several Holy Knights even more powerful combat skills, or launching a Space-Based Orbital Strike to directly wipe out an army or a city of the Chaos Faction, that was no longer something the Holy Light High Priest could control.
Meng Chao had repeatedly tried to find a pattern, to determine exactly what prerequisite triggered a Space-Based Orbital Strike.
Yet he had always come up empty-handed.
Every Space-Based Orbital Strike descended at a different time and place.
Several times, the Chaos Faction's offensive had surged like a tidal wave. At first glance, they were on the verge of winning everything in a single stroke; even the highest altar of the Holy Light Temple had swayed precariously amid the thunderous artillery fire. Yet the Radiant Will had stubbornly refused to unleash its final judgment, resolving the crisis by other means instead.
But there had also been two occasions when even Meng Chao had no idea how the Chaos Faction had gained an absolute advantage, only for flames of utter destruction to descend out of nowhere.
It was as though the so-called "Radiant Will" was merely a drunkard dead to the world, deciding with a roll of the dice when to pass Final Judgment upon this world.
After dozens of cycles, Meng Chao finally could no longer restrain himself. Gathering his courage, he revealed his identity to the Radiant Will during meditation and bluntly asked what the so-called "Radiant Will" truly was, what attitude it held toward