In the dim temple, several priests in dark-gold robes knelt at a woman's feet.
"Priestess!"
"Something appeared outside—"
"No!! What is outside!?"
They could not get the words out and trembled all over.
The cultists reporting the situation recalled the giant fireball they had just seen. They felt as though they had come face-to-face with a god, and fear chilled them to the bone.
The enormous explosion and extreme heat were like a god destroying the world.
They wanted to say that the "monsters" attacking from outside were like demons from hell. But as it happened, they believed in Satanism.
To them, demons were more like apostles of God. After seeing them, they should have been as excited as if they had witnessed a miracle, unable to tear themselves away.
But they knew that the giant bear and the corpses outside were definitely not their god.
After all, even though they believed in an evil god, they still believed that God would protect them rather than destroy them.
Thus, for a moment, they fell into a bizarre self-contradiction.
They had always summoned demons and evil spirits to intimidate the world and deliver divine revelations.
But now, everything seemed to have been reversed.
Standing before the believers, the middle-aged woman known as the priestess ignored their cries and simply continued muttering something under her breath.
The copper-bound book in her hands flipped constantly, its clacking echoing through the temple.
A moment later, amid a series of panicked screams, the pale-faced woman, whose lips were painted with dark-purple pigment, shuddered violently.
She spread her arms and looked up at the sky.
As if praying, her originally murky eyes rolled upward frantically. Within seconds, they were replaced by white.
Mist swirled around her. In an instant, the female priest, who had still been