In less than a minute, Tyr suddenly raised his head, a flash of indignation in his eyes.
"Such an evil artifact, tempting other beings to fall and even overpowering Paladins—and now it's on the verge of breaking its Seal. No wonder my Believers are so desperate!"
Realizing how dire the situation was, Tyr immediately sent down his Divine Power.
Pure white Divine Power followed the faith and swiftly reached an unknown plane.
In a city in Samia, inside the Temple of Tyr, God of Justice, a White Cylinder rested on a massive Altar.
Large numbers of Nuns, priests, and clergy were praying around it.
Their unified prayers rang out in harmony and holiness. The only discordant note came from the ring-shaped seam in the center of the Altar, on the White Cylinder, where wisps of Black Smoke appeared from time to time.
Whenever the Black Smoke spread through the air, the prayers of the living present would briefly falter.
At the very front of the Altar, the Church's Bishop was drenched in sweat. His pupils kept dilating and contracting, and every so often he would lapse into a daze and stop praying.
The Bishop of the Church already felt he could barely tell reality from illusion.
The Black Smoke drifting from the ring-shaped seam in the White Cylinder pulled him into an Illusion Realm every time.
In the astonishingly realistic Illusion Realm, he had even experienced the Primary Deity descending in person, taking away the White Cylinder, and granting him blessings.
He had lived in the Illusion Realm for more than ten days before it suddenly twisted, allowing him to leave the illusion and return to reality.
The illusion was so lifelike that he couldn't find a single flaw in it.
That absolute sense of reality filled him with a