Black Flame blazed atop the church. Its twisting tendrils rose into the air, and from Xia Lun's vantage point, it looked like a roaring torch.
The words formed by the Final Ash Flame held in midair for several seconds before the evening wind scattered them. Pitch-black sparks fluttered down, drifting over the street like fallen petals.
For a moment, the street fell silent.
"Praise Tombdeep!"
Then Xia Lun spread his arms toward the crowd, and only then did cheers erupt like a tidal wave.
"It's a divine oracle!"
"Tombdeep supports the Trial by Combat too!"
"He's blessed by the Saint!"
The street boiled over with excited voices.
Sir Huno dropped to his knees with a thud, his heavy armor rattling. Fervor filled his eyes as he clasped his hands to his chest and prayed devoutly to the Black Flame.
"Praise Tombdeep!"
Sir Tarn beside him looked just as stunned, though he reacted a beat slower. After glancing at the Grand Inquisitor, he too sank to his knees.
The onlookers scrambled to kneel, loudly reciting the scriptures of the Tombdeep Order and singing Tombdeep's praises!
As the prayers rose around him, Xia Lun suddenly felt a little strength flow through every part of his body. His physical abilities seemed to have received a slight boost!
Within seconds, only a handful of people remained standing in the vast street.
The Grand Inquisitor gazed up at the torch without a word.
"You've got to be kidding me."
Loni Vika's eyes flickered, and she instinctively looked down. The lowly commoner beneath her foot seemed to have regained a little light in her eyes. The old knight stared blankly at the burning church, tears filling his bleary eyes. Tombdeep really existed!!
Xia Lun was just as shocked. He had never imagined he could wield Tombdeep's