At that moment, he saw two forces flying in from the horizon, advancing almost side by side. At the level of rules, he could tell that each possessed its own distinct traits: one had brought the rules of darkness to their utmost limit, while the other had brought the rules of light to their utmost limit.
Dole thought to himself, The two great Holy Sees of the West Ring Continent have arrived. Their foundations run deeper than even the Glory Wizard Alliance's. The two have fought for who knew how many years. If their Level Nines were not all weak Level Nines, then with the Light Holy See's advantage of possessing divine teachings alone, the Glory Wizard Alliance would have been crushed long ago.
Fortunately, although they had the Light God King at their backs, this world could not receive much power from him. That was why they had failed to unify the entire continent.
Dole carefully observed the rules of light and darkness, hoping to learn more from them.
At that moment, he noticed that within the Light Holy See was a rule that seemed to be an existence even more formidable than the rule of light. He looked more closely, his gaze peeling back layer after layer like stripping a cocoon, until he saw an even thicker rule within.
If this rule had not been concealed, it would likely have been even more powerful than the rule of light.
But why did this rule feel so familiar?
Dole suddenly thought of the rule that had warned him before, and he looked above his own head.
He discovered that there were still differences between the two, yet they seemed capable of merging into one.
He did not know what this rule was called. Was it fate? Or luck? Or