The thunderous battle in the sky continued.
On the ground, the fighting between the Thorn Temple and the Wealth Temple had reached a fever pitch.
The Temple District was vast.
Yet with twenty-five towering, magnificent temples that inspired reverence at first sight packed into it, it seemed impossibly crowded.
On those crowded streets, the knights of the two temples hacked at one another.
This was no disorderly brawl. They fought in military formations.
Naturally, having lost its knight commander, the Thorn Temple fell into a disadvantage in such a battle. Even with several priests helping direct its forces, it made little difference.
If anything, their help only made matters worse.
The priests of the Thorn Temple worshipped the Thorn Lady.
Every one of them possessed an unyielding will and regarded the hardships of fate as trials in life.
Unfortunately, the Thorn Lady's divine office encompassed nothing related to warfare.
Naturally, these priests knew nothing of military command.
However tenacious they were, without the necessary ability, their efforts were useless.
They might even hasten their own defeat and death.
Over a hundred knights of the Thorn Temple had fallen. Blood filled the street before the Thorn Temple, and the fewer than twenty knights who remained raised their shields to block the only route into the temple.
Their expressions were resolute, their gazes unwavering as they faced the enemies opposite them.
Behind them, three priests stood with the same resolve.
"Everyone!"
"Behind us stands Lady Wenisha's temple!"
"The high priest and the presiding priest are doing everything they can to support Lady Wenisha!"
"We must not let all their efforts go to waste!"
"If they want to enter the temple, they will have to walk over our bodies!"
The elderly priest shouted at the top of his lungs.
He held a longsword.