Leon heard someone calling his name, and his muddled mind cleared somewhat.
Then he sensed the changes within himself and withdrew the power he had been wantonly unleashing.
He should be grateful for his complete knightly education, which had given him a high degree of control over his own power, allowing him to adapt perfectly now.
"What... is this power?"
Leon could feel that the nature of his power had changed somewhat.
The others were still in shock when the priest approached with a devout expression. "This is the Lord's gift. The devout shall be seen by the Lord and draw closer to Him."
Whenever there was no explanation, just attribute it all to the Lord.
Under a religious framework, explaining the unknown was that simple.
Leon readily accepted the explanation. He had indeed felt the Lord's gaze upon him just now, and then undergone a sacred transformation.
Only then did the others react, crowding around him with astonished faces.
"Is this the legendary angel form?"
In religious legends, everyone knew what angels looked like, including through the Dark Empire's propaganda.
This was a mortal's stairway to heaven, a reward bestowed by the Lord.
Yet seeing it appear alive before their very eyes was still shocking.
As for whether it was truly the Lord's power, there was no need to doubt it at all.
Because just now, every one of them had felt their power grow.
The exhilaration brought by such positive feedback was something they would never forget for the rest of their lives.
Naturally, it would also reinforce their faith.
Leon familiarized himself with his power for a moment, then retracted the wings formed from Transcendent Power.
They were not an organ of his body, but more like a skill, so he could change their form with ease.