When he said, "Can't hold it back," the Purple Light on his right hand flickered violently, as though it might collapse at any moment.
Everyone's expressions changed at those words.
The Attendant was a Fourth Order Believer Transcendent, and the Purple Light was his core power. Among those present, he ranked near the top in sheer destructive force.
Even the pollution he could not hold back—
That meant no one present was a match for that thing.
Agnes stepped forward, wrapping the Attendant's right arm in searing white Holy Light to help him suppress it. The Attendant breathed heavily, but supported by the Holy Light, the Purple Light stabilized and did not continue to fall apart.
For the moment, it was suppressed.
And that thing vanished into the Corpse Tide once more.
Ghouls were still pouring endlessly out of the hollow.
Everyone fell silent.
That immensely powerful aura of pollution flickered in and out somewhere within the horde, sometimes near, sometimes far, like a predator choosing its next prey.
Leike stood where he was, the Swarm Insects pressed tightly against his body. The dark red Insect Tide trembled faintly. Clearly, Leike was even less of a match; pollution of this level was far beyond what the Swarm Insects could withstand.
He stared at the surging sea of corpses without saying a word.
The Great Ascendant withdrew his severed right wrist. His free left hand clenched into a fist, and the sound of grinding Gears was especially harsh.
Agnes's blessing light was still holding, but several traces of pallor had already appeared on her face.
The Hooded Night Watcher's Flesh Blade retracted into his arm. He retreated to the middle of the group, and the sound of breathing beneath his hood grew heavier.
Apparently, the Flesh spilling from his body had