Leon felt the gaze of a god, along with a continuous influx of sacred power.
He was already familiar with this feeling. He had sensed power like this before when bathing in Divine Grace.
Moreover, his body was rapidly evolving along with the battle.
He could feel the strength of his muscles and bones increasing, his flesh becoming more compatible with Transcendent Power, and even new organs beginning to form.
As if he were being reborn, gathering strength.
But at the same time, the pressure he endured grew greater and greater.
A god's gaze was not only a blessing, but also a burden.
Mortals had their limits. At times like this, they needed spiritual support.
"I... have to keep going!"
Leon was in pain, yet happy. He knew that every second he held on made him stronger, bringing him one step closer to godhood.
Abigail, his opponent, was the same. Her degree of evolution was already high, but her transformation into energy had only just begun.
This was the perfect chance for her physical body to continuously adapt to becoming energy, and her combat power rose along with it.
For both of them, this was an opportunity for transformation.
But as time passed, the two of them gradually reached their limits.
It just so happened that the Dark Empire had achieved victory and completely occupied the entire fortress.
The remaining knights of the Sacrificial Civilization repeatedly called out to Abigail, and at last received a response.
"You leave first. I'll cover the retreat," Abigail ordered without hesitation.
As a believer of the Seraphim, she had always held herself to the strictest standards and possessed every positive virtue.
The knights of the Sacrificial Civilization did not dare waste time trying to persuade her. This lady had been here for so long