The other elven gods around the Green Moon Empress had expended most of their divine power during Alandu's descent. But that did not prevent them from using their last scraps of divine power to send down divine revelations to the elves and bless them with all manner of divine arts. Spurred on by the elves' gods sparing no expense in casting large-scale divine spells, the elves gradually regained their footing.
The elves, their morale soaring, let out earth-shaking cheers. They shouted the names of the many elven gods and devoutly recited scriptures of worship. Vast power of faith became waves of golden torrents, faintly visible to the naked eye, surging into the sky before pouring across the void directly into the bodies of the Green Moon Empress and the other elven gods. Smiles of delight appeared on their faces. This unprecedented torrent of faith was endless, rapidly restoring their nearly depleted divine power. They felt strength filling every inch of their bodies!
Even the souls of fallen elves were continuously drawn into their bodies. With a single grind of their immense divine souls, the elven souls were crushed to fragments and transformed into the purest power of soul origin, then absorbed by their divine souls. Since the Green Moon Empress had just lost thirty percent of her divine soul, the other elven gods voluntarily gave roughly seventy percent of the elven souls to her.
Divine radiance rippled around her, wave after wave of green light spreading endlessly in every direction. As the souls of hundreds of thousands of fallen elves continuously replenished her divine soul, the wounds upon the Green Moon Empress's divine soul rapidly healed. "My people, this is it! Destroy those evil heretics! Destroy these damned foreign races! All of you shall receive supreme glory, the blessing of