David City.
The Church's Holy Flame Knight Order was stationed here. Every member wore armor engraved with gold-and-red flames. They were the Church's true instruments of violence.
The holy flames would purify everything. That was no empty claim.
In the past, they had relied on these god-given flames to purge countless heretics, including Half-Orc armies, humans unwilling to accept divine grace, and even members of other churches.
Their faith lay in the holy flames. They firmly believed these were the holiest flames in the world, powerful enough to burn away its filth.
But today, they encountered flames more terrifying than the wrathful holy flames of the Father of Light-the fire of meteors falling from the sky.
At first, countless rays of light pierced the hazy, gloomy sky. Lotus seeds struck David City's shield of divine grace, one after another.
It was beautiful. Many people raised their heads to watch the freely falling starlight, thinking it was some unusual astronomical phenomenon.
In theory, this shield of divine grace was a blessing from the Father of Light. Nothing could break it, not even a meteor shower.
And so they watched the falling meteors with appreciation.
But when those lotus seeds fell, bright and pitch-black flames clung directly to the shield of divine grace and burned at an unhurried pace. The two different colors flickered together, seemingly forming a shade of gray.
A gray that made their hearts tremble.
They immediately sensed something was wrong. Shrill horns sounded, and everyone swiftly assembled to deal with this attack of unknown origin.
The Holy Flame Knight Order's deputy Knight Commander was already drenched in sweat. She could no longer communicate with the outside world! These flames and the falling starlight had even destabilized the spatial suppression.
In other words, not only could they not leave