The battlefield in the Valley of Mist lasted until dusk. Both the empire and the church slowly and warily withdrew their armies, and on the battlefield after the fervor had passed, everyone who survived was terrified.
They feared how close death had been, and they were also grateful that they had somehow survived a war like this.
At a time like this, the presence of clergy who represented faith was crucial. The Church of Dawn needed no explanation. On the imperial army's side, the believers of the Church of Light were called out to soothe the soldiers whose minds had suffered a tremendous shock.
The battle did not continue. After all, even most of the Extraordinary Legion could not withstand the cost brought by continuous hacking and killing. "How did they manage to get all the way here?"
Ryan was somewhat puzzled by this. On the carriage, the lying Aatrox answered his question. The Church of Dawn had used Eternity's divinity. "The sun nurtures all things. His divinity can accomplish many things."
"The Church of Dawn is that bold?"
Ryan was a little surprised, then asked curiously, "That Saint—Solarian, is he really still the pope?"
Of course, he was not asking casually, because he knew a secret that, for the moment, only he alone knew.
Oh, and Solarian himself counted too.
"The believers of the Church of Dawn are all servants of the Lord of Dawn. A servant using the power of a god—that's what should incur divine punishment, right?" Ryan shook his head. The matter was already settled, and thinking about it was useless. Fortunately, they had made it in time and saved part of this army in the Valley of Mist.
Only part of it, though. Of more than three thousand six hundred men, over sixty percent were