Having obtained a body within her own dream, Miss Feliana did not look at anyone else. Instead, as golden trails of light blossomed around her, she flew into the night sky.
"In the name of Mana Falianna!"
That voice made everyone who had once been affected by the Darkness Domain look up at the sky. She did not conceal her appearance, allowing the High-Ring Arcanists to clearly see who stood beneath the stars.
A dazzling Thirteenth Level Golden Staircase emerged beneath Miss Feliana's feet under the moonlit night. She stood at the highest point of the Golden Staircase, with a great golden door rising behind her:
"Feliana's Witch Light!"
Her voice spread across the wilderness. The door opened, and golden light spilled from behind it, illuminating everything like an exploding sun. The black pus fleeing in all directions evaporated, while the people standing there felt only warmth.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Iluna remained on the hillside, holding the hilt of the Darkness Sword. As the greatest contributor to this battle, she prepared to receive the Church's arriving forces while concealing Shade and Tifa's tracks;
Shade and Tifa left the hill with the Cat, God's Gift Box, and Darkness Box, vanishing into the vast night.
"Mana Falianna?"
The old professor from Zaras Academy of Literature gaped:
"What have those people from Saint Byron's been hiding from us?"
"Mana Falianna?"
Mr. Sari Pirot, the Creation Church's Thirteenth Ring Warlock known as "Iron Right Hand," clutched his hair as he looked into the night sky:
"Could anything more absurd possibly happen tonight?"
"Mana Falianna?"
Old Dad John stood atop the melting low wall of the village, hands behind his back as he squinted toward the source of the light:
"Mm... the others in the Hermit Order will probably think I was writing