As the Sacrificial Summoning circle emerged, an overwhelmingly dazzling holy radiance instantly bloomed.
[Grace Novamon] immediately transformed into a meteor-like streak of light and plunged into the Sacrificial Summoning circle.
Immediately afterward, half of the cavern that [Grace Novamon] had been forcibly holding up collapsed with a thunderous crash.
The entrance to the passage where Dark stood was almost instantly buried.
From within the Sacrificial Summoning circle, the God of Pure Beauty, clad in white holy robes, slowly stepped forth atop ripples spreading outward in succession.
Fifteen-star, sixth-tier Magic Spirit—[Saint]!
As the shed remains left behind when [Saint] ascended to godhood, the divine aura emitted by this Magitech Card was extremely close to that of a [True God].
With [Saint]'s descent, the [Domain of Light] naturally formed. This Magic Spirit, devoid of any attached self-awareness, could not do what Magic Spirits were incapable of doing.
Once it was summoned, the permanent effect of [Heart of Light] would continue to unfold.
The concentration of Light Type elements in the surrounding environment began to rise sharply.
The elven vice-captain, still bound up like a dumpling by tree roots, immediately let out a pained whimper.
That whimper jolted the Werewolf captain, who had been slumped on the ground and unable to recover her senses for a long while, awake.
She hurriedly stood, clearly intending to run over. But the moment she took a step, Lindsay grabbed her wrist.
The Werewolf captain's resolve had not been all that firm to begin with, and Lindsay's tug pulled her back.
She could throw everything aside to love an elf, but if he was a "demon elf" who had once betrayed humanity and belonged to the Demon Race, then what stood between them was no longer merely a conflict between races.
—She truly found it difficult to