Uther felt as though the faith he had always believed in had begun to waver.
Wasn't Holy Light something only those filled with fine qualities such as justice and courage could sense and use? According to his teacher, Alonsus Faol, this power known as Holy Light should never have appeared before.
Even he himself had only just mastered Holy Light. Yet the one before him seemed already familiar with this energy and used it even more skillfully than he did.
Thinking further, that Orc named Durotan had said his Power of Holy Light came from the High Priestess. Did that mean the High Priestess was the true source of Holy Light?
Uther did not wish to believe that. He preferred to believe that Holy Light was an energy similar to elemental power or arcane energy, and that the Orcs' High Priestess had simply discovered and used it earlier than his teacher, Alonsus Faol.
Then, was the other party truly of noble character?
By the nature of Holy Light, Uther should have believed so. Yet vaguely, he sensed that there was something wrong here that he had not yet discovered.
"Losing focus in battle is not a mistake a qualified warrior should make!"
As Uther pondered, Durotan's powerful, burly body closed in at even greater speed. A fist clad in what seemed like a golden glove smashed heavily toward his face.
Uther reacted quickly, raising the shield in his hand to block the punch. But the immense force carried by that fist slammed the entire shield into his body once more. He could even hear his bones creaking and cracking.
Fortunately, Holy Light had been developed for battle and healing. So long as the injuries were not fatal, a Paladin who wielded Holy Light could quickly heal and recover his combat