The Destruction of the Overseas Sect

"Ignorant heretics, resistance is meaningless. Holy Light shall descend upon every one of you."

In the island's largest village, all the residents had gathered in the open space at its center. Huddled together, they listened to the voices coming from outside, unable to stop themselves from lowering their heads in fear.

Every one of them was trembling... except for the sole remaining elder among the crowd.

Of the three elders who had originally besieged The Church, only this last one remained. The fates of the other two went without saying. The elder still wore a black mask, concealing his expression, but with only two or three priests at his side, he could not help giving off the air of a man at the end of his rope.

One could imagine that the expression beneath his mask could not have been pretty.

He gripped a wooden staff, its top carved into something resembling a skull—a kind of totem, perhaps. Within the skull's hollow eye sockets, an eerie red light flickered.

An invisible force spread outward, forming a hemispherical red film. The enormous membrane hung upside down over them. The booming Holy Light Bombs struck it, only to be deflected by that bizarre power, and thus failed to harm the protected villagers within.

However, the few priests standing beside the elder looked terrified.

After all... surrounded by enemies stronger than themselves, no one could possibly remain calm.

Outside the clearing, the group of priests who had previously been surrounded by the sect's priests had now turned around and encircled them instead. Holy Light Bombs came one after another like a magnificent hailstorm, and every impact against the membrane made their hearts tremble.

"Elder, this can't go on! Let's go out and fight them!"

One of the guards could no longer endure it.