At the center of the continent.
In a typical plane instance, inside an immense temple towering a thousand meters high, a figure clad in ornate plate armor covered with extravagant carvings sat firmly upon a throne.
"God Master! Lin An has fought his way in! He really came!"
"Lord Haine! What should we do!? Run away!?"
Below the throne, two Fourth Order refugees stared in panic at the figure seated above them. Their lord was exceptionally powerful and ranked among the refugees' upper echelon.
But the rumors circulating among the refugees about Lin An's strength were too terrifying.
Even though Lord Haine always said there was nothing to fear, at this moment, one Fourth Order Initial-Rank refugee had already gone deathly pale, his mind consumed by the question of what to do!
Especially after seeing the images relayed by the priests. That lunatic Lin An had started slaughtering the moment he entered!
The lightning that enveloped the entire city had massacred huge numbers of their God Warriors!
Those were their most important source of faith!
Their hearts bled.
Before either could say anything more, both already looked ready to flee.
Upon the throne, Haine rebuked them in a deep voice.
"What are you panicking for!"
"Lin An is nothing! Does he really think I'm afraid of him!"
"I simply didn't expect him to actually dare barge in!"
His voice boomed like a great bell.
Yet despite saying there was no cause for panic, the refugee named Haine fell into a brief silence after speaking.
Had anyone been able to see through the heavy plate armor covering his entire body, they would have immediately spotted the anxiety and horror in his eyes.
Damn it! Of course I'm nervous!
He had verbally rejected the First-Generation Refugees' order to evacuate, but in truth,