Annihilation?

Gollania danced gracefully amid the spreading stench of blood. Her breathtaking movements entranced many cultists and even a small number of kingdom soldiers, while Gollania herself sank irretrievably into the world of faith.

Her bare feet lightly tapped the slick ground soaked in blood as she breathed in the "fragrant" scent of slaughter. The beautiful girl felt as though her soul was breaking free from its meaningless shell, as though her spirit had entered that sacred divine kingdom. The incomparably majestic and beautiful face of her god gradually came into focus before her. As the dance continued, Gollania felt for the first time that she was so close to the unreachable god she worshipped. In this most sacred state imaginable to a fanatic believer, even more than ten arrows infused with battle aura flying toward her head could not inspire any thought within Gollania other than devotion.

"Great God of Red Sands, please feel my devotion. Will my soul become your nourishment? Will my ritual please you? If so, then let me sacrifice myself to my heart's content!"

Gollania was, after all, an Apprentice Level cleric with excellent spiritual aptitude. By the time her dance ended, she had sensed more than ten attacks from every direction, each possessing the speed and power of the Formal Level. If nothing unexpected happened, then in the next instant, the figure on the altar, like a flower of flame, would meet her inevitable destruction.

But when faced with the terror called death, could the beautiful "saintess" possibly feel fear?

The only thing that could make a fanatic believer fear was the failure of a Divine Decree. To Gollania, death was even a shortcut to meeting her god.

Even in the face of violent battle aura that made space itself tremble, the girl, immersed in