Having finally felt the meaning and power contained within his Legendary Boon, Lord Ryan was not very happy.
Because his spirituality reserves had run dry.
To sustain the war on the distant Divine Kingdom Battlefield and keep his soldiers from being suppressed by the rules within the Divine Kingdom, Ryan had paid the greatest price.
After all, he did not have the authority of the Eternal Kingdom of some Lord of Dawn or God of Light backing him. Everything on the Divine Kingdom Battlefield had depended on himself alone.
What did he have? Only his spirituality reserves. Borgeld had burned so much of her source that Ryan could not help worrying about what he would do in another day or two.
Fortunately, the Divine Kingdom War had come to a temporary halt.
His depleted spirituality reserves gave Ryan a powerful sense of insecurity. He still had an agreement with the Werewolf Royal Court. What remained, less than a hundred thousand spirituality reserves, probably would not even last until next month.
That unease was somewhat relieved when the Griffin Knights arrived at Rhino Horn Mountain.
Ryan had thought something had happened to the Griffin Legion of the Sera Kingdom. Only after they landed did he learn that it was an unfamiliar Grand Duke Oren.
As he read through the letter, Ryan's expression became rather interesting.
This Grand Duke Oren was being a little too humble.
"Wasn't it just that an Abyssal Evil God shamelessly stole the old Grand Duke Oren's soul, vilely occupied his body, and tried to use the Oren Family's honor to turn humanity into Abyssal Servants, only for Grand Duke Oren, through his devout faith, to forcibly push the Evil God's kingdom into the void and prevent Him from truly descending upon the Norris Continent?"
"Mortals cannot fight