The Kindler of the Flame's longsword split one of the monsters lunging at her cleanly in two.
After the monster's bisected corpse fell to the ground and turned to dust, there was no longer anything on the floating island of rock capable of putting up a fight.
"A product formed from human emotions and illusions? Yet it doesn't seem to be a celebrated hero."
That "Blonde Foya" showed no anger at all over the Kindler of the Flame slaughtering the soldiers under her command.
Instead, as if she had discovered a New World, she stared at the Kindler of the Flame with the curious gaze of someone who wanted to dissect and study her.
"So this is a faith aggregate that defeated Rage? Interesting... What method did you use to gather human consciousness together?" She turned her gaze toward Joshua again.
"Trade secret. Even if I told you, you wouldn't be able to learn it."
During that time, Joshua summoned the griffin circling overhead and climbed onto its back while holding Foya.
"Stop."
Light lit up in her eyes. The instant Joshua rose into the air atop the griffin, countless arms made of gray liquid stretched out from the endless abyss beneath the isolated rocky island.
They shot straight toward the griffin, intending to drag it underground... but what greeted those arms the next second was a torrential rain of scorching fire.
The rocky island beneath her feet suddenly shook, and five beams of light appeared before her.
Within those beams were the images of Holy Spirit's heroes entering the battlefield.
At that moment, Foya conquered the fear in her heart—or rather, she remembered that she had no reason to fear that proliferated version of herself.
After all, she had numerous heroes under her command who were absurdly powerful.
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