The Creator of Light (Part Two)

An endless, beautiful hymn.

As the only Level 5 being in Starveil Land, the Lord of Light was its source point, sustaining Starveil Land's vast eye of the storm.

Where he descended, the laws governing the survival and evolution of living things became more aligned with the pure nature of Starveil Land's ecosystem.

If everything continued to run normally, Maire City's standing within the Holy See would steadily rise in the future.

Aside from the factor of a divine miracle descending, the influence of the laws of survival brought by a Level 5 being meant that, under the Lord of Light's laws, this place would become a fertile greenhouse ideally suited to human life!

But none of this was the Lord of Light's will.

It was not even his instinct.

It was merely the spread of his divine nature, brought about by the countless believers' Pious Faith and their countless well-wishes. It could also be called the attributes of his divinity.

Suddenly.

His luminous eyes turned in this direction.

His gaze was calm, without joy or sorrow, and utterly devoid of emotion.

But in an instant, thousands of Witchers burst into flames beneath his gaze.

"No! Waaaaah..."

After brief screams, the young Witchers evaporated, turning into wisps of smoke. Only faint black marks remained on the ground.

This still wasn't the will of the Creator of Light. He hadn't even thought of killing these Witchers. It was merely the spread of his divine nature, caused by the countless believers' prayers of hatred toward Witchers.

The remaining Witchers, even those who didn't burn to ashes at once, struggled desperately in the holy light. Their bodies slowly charred from the outside in, their resistance like ice fighting against the sun.

It was different from the findings of scholars whose lives had barely