Valley of Mist.
In this place where the wind could not reach, a faint mist hung year-round, and from the outside, there was no way to know what lay hidden within. Yet Archbishop Dean of the Church of Dawn knew that an imperial army existed in this valley.
He was right.
When the radiance of Divine Art descended and dispersed the mist in the valley, what appeared before them was that unforgettable imperial emblem, the Flower of Heaven.
Immediately after came the fanatical charge.
In the name of atonement, they launched an attack on the Valley of Mist.
And in the face of all this, the army in the valley had actually never noticed a thing.
By the time Aatrox reacted, several thousand believers had already appeared before the military camp, while the imperial soldiers on ordinary watch numbered barely one thousand. He was shocked and furious that he had known nothing before this, but at this point, he could only sound the horn and fight back with all his strength while sending messengers to inform Count Clayton of what was happening here.
However, they failed.
The messengers could not get out. It was not only people—every method they had, even magical letters, could not be delivered.
"A silent Divine Art makes the extraordinary no longer active."
The mages gave the answer. It was some ancient Divine Art of the Church of Dawn. No, it was not a Divine Art, but some unique authority acting upon the source of the world itself.
It made war pure, turning it into a struggle between mortals.
"This is the power of faith. The Church of Dawn are servants of the Lord of Dawn. They have no right to use power belonging to the Eternal Kingdom. That Pope Solarian actually dares commit such outrageous