So degraded that she did not even qualify to touch the leaders, she had now been granted the right to remain by the side of the god she believed in and hear divine revelation.
To live up to this blessing, she had to spare no cost. Even if she crashed into a wall and was smashed to pieces, even if every last drop of mana was exhausted, even if her Saint Graph burned away completely, she would take that Caster's heart, along with the hearts of every Magus in this building, and offer them all to her lord!
Only then could her immature self achieve something and give meaning to her life!
No. She did not need meaning.
At that instant, Zealot cast aside every distracting thought.
She did not need to think, did not need meaning, did not need achievement. She only needed to carry out the command bestowed upon her by the god she believed in, then turn everything standing before that god...
To shreds!
She did not choose to go around them, did not choose stealth, and did not choose assassination. Instead, she tensed the muscles in her legs to their absolute limit in an instant, then charged headlong with her bare body into the layered barriers of mana and toward the gray-white building.
Boom—!!
The precise barrier surrounding the police station, enough to leave any infiltrator nowhere to hide, let out a shriek of unbearable strain under Zealot's unrestrained outburst. It shattered into fragments of glowing mana that sprayed through the air, while the few officers smoking outside the station entrance were knocked off their feet by the violent shockwave before they could even see what had happened.
They were not Magi, however, and thus not among Zealot's targets. Other than landing hard on their backsides,