"Father, is the Abyss's gaze upon us?"
Count Lu Rui anxiously stopped Cleric Sven, who was about to leave. Under the cleansing of Divine Art, black auras drifted from nearly every person who had come from the South.
The sight frightened many people. Even Count Jinze, the calmest among them, felt lingering fear.
These clergy would not deceive them. So many extraordinary individuals were watching, and the Abyssal aura was unmistakably real.
"How could these things be on us?"
Count Lu Rui asked. No one had expected the Abyss's power to appear on their bodies. They had clearly protected themselves well.
"The gaze of a great existence leaves traces, even if it is one-sided."
"These Abyssal auras are the traces They left in this world."
"At some unknown point in the past, you, sir, were already seen by an Evil God."
"Being seen by It is not a good thing."
"Perhaps one day in the future, it will become a kind of Divine Grace."
Cleric Sven said this with a smile, though the smile was rather unsettling. If it had been the Divine Grace of the Lord of Dawn, Count Lu Rui would have been overjoyed. But the Abyss...
There was nothing but fear.
Count Jinze also stopped Cleric Sven and asked respectfully, "Father, are there more Abyssal auras within our bloodlines?"
He feared it would affect the inheritance of their bloodline.
"You have already entered the Lord's land of faith. On this land, even the Abyss's gaze cannot pierce through the Eternal Kingdom of Heaven to fall upon you."
"There is no need for you to worry at all, Your Excellency."
"Then... what about those mud legs?"
Count Lu Rui's gaze sharpened. If they were like this, then those mud legs, who had come into deeper contact with the