What kind of domain was this?
The friend inside the shrine refused to show herself, only deploying something like a domain. The whole world was shrouded in light and heat. FrostNova did not find the light particularly glaring or scorching; instead, she felt a long-lost warmth.
She was afraid.
The feeling was far too unfamiliar. But that was not all. As FrostNova's Oripathy had worsened, she could only remain in extremely cold environments. Anything warm could potentially kill her.
She was afraid, purely out of biological instinct.
But this light was different. Beyond its warmth and brightness, she genuinely felt a [sense of being healed]. Relief spread through all her internal organs, as though the illness that had tormented her since childhood no longer existed.
"Priest... angel?"
Brilliant golden feathers like those of angels kept falling, inevitably making people wonder. When speaking of races that truly existed, Terra's angels had wings of light and carried guns. Yet whenever faith was involved, angels were always feather-winged angels. No one knew why.
An Higashi-style shrine, with the blessing of feather-winged angels descending from within. This really was...
Was there anything stranger than this?
There was.
Mudrock felt something strange happening to her body. All the strength she had expended suddenly returned, and then some, as though the falling feathers had granted her new power.
With this much power...
A completely new idea suddenly came to her. Especially under these circumstances—Winter Spirit's will had been wiped out by a tactical nuclear bomb, allowing Mudrock to communicate with the earth more clearly—that idea became immensely stronger.
Should she summon a rock giant?
That was originally a spell that could only be cast at the cost of one's life, Mudrock's trump card, the forbidden art among forbidden arts.
Though she used it often, she always