"No! Hound of the False God! I curse you! You will surely be abandoned by the gods! Until you lose every last shred of yourself!"
Accompanied by the High Priest's unwilling, hoarse roar, the last trace of dark green was purified by endless blazing white radiance.
Then, the sun's light slowly faded, revealing the Golden-Haired Young Bishop within.
Though he had won, he was far from unscathed.
At this moment, his eyes, which shone with holy white radiance, held a faint trace of pain. Extremely stubborn dark green, sinister patterns had already spread across his stern young face and his simple black robe embroidered with gold thread.
Those patterns continuously eroded his mind, as though they intended to drag it completely into madness.
The Purple Moon reappeared in the sky. After being scoured by two terrifying powers, the deep blue night sky appeared incomparably clear, without even the slightest speck of dust.
In midair, the Young Bishop moved slightly, seemingly intending to leave, but his body instantly staggered, and he could not help dropping to one knee.
Breathing lightly, he raised a hand and pressed it against the Holy Book on his chest, chanting a sacred prayer.
"God said, all who believe in me shall remain far from darkness and suffer no harm from it."
As his voice fell, faint, pure holy light emerged from his body, temporarily concealing the black-green patterns.
After temporarily suppressing his highly troublesome injuries, he straightened again and flew toward the depths of the mountain range.
Before leaving, his radiant eyes cast a cold glance toward where Anvis and the other two were hiding.
A deep, terrifying aura and pressure came with that gaze, carrying an intense threat, as if warning those in hiding not to follow...
"Looks like we were discovered. Was it the