Purification

Holy Believers, devout ascetics! In the past, even the most knowledgeable Archmages of the major Spellcaster Organizations might not have known what a Holy Believer was.

But since the Royal Family's crushing defeat at the Pros River, where even the Violet-Gold Crown had been shattered, the words "Holy Believer" had been on everyone's lips.

So when they heard the Eighth Prince's shout, they froze for a moment. No one dared underestimate the threat, and their expressions turned grave.

Barefoot and plainly dressed, the Holy Believer Bonnet walked through the air as though climbing a long staircase. He made his way above the Royal Capital and looked down over the entire city.

"God guides us toward the light. Darkness shall be dispelled, and no hardship can stand against God's radiance!"

Dazzling white light radiated from Bonnet, making him look supremely holy in midair. Fine motes of light spilled from his body and fell like rain.

Buzz, buzz, buzz.

But when those white motes landed on the Rune Formations, they began eating through them. The seemingly powerless light rapidly corroded one layer after another. In moments, five layers were gone.

"Damn it! We can't let him continue. Kill him!"

The Archmages on the city walls could no longer stand by. Bonnet was effortlessly melting away the Rune Formations with that strange light.

"That's right! Attack! We can't let him destroy any more of them!"

The Rune Formations were the Royal Capital's most important barrier. Without them, the city might be destroyed even if they won the battle. None of them wanted that.

The Black Moon Kingdom had stood for a very long time, with a history no shorter than that of any Spellcaster Organization. The Royal Capital was practically its symbol. Its destruction would deal a tremendous blow to the entire Spellcaster