"An accident? The Holy Light?" Alleria looked at Hexia in puzzlement, unsure whether this human man was telling the truth.
"You say you are followers of the Holy Light. Do you have anything to prove your identity?" Alleria curiously studied the strange man before her.
She knew about human priests. They were people who saved lives and tended the wounded, though human nobles were every bit as filthy and detestable as ever.
The priests' character, however, was still worthy of respect.
Hexia paused briefly before realizing that this world apparently had the Holy Light too. Yet the ideals this world's Holy Light conveyed to the Holy Light Clerics could hardly move them.
Compared with the path this world's Holy Light pointed toward, the Holy Light Clerics' own standards already demanded such virtues of them in service of the greater good.
But no matter how perfect one's personal standards were, an individual could do little to fill the world with goodness. Only companions united in their convictions, advancing toward the same goal and fully harnessing their collective strength, could steer the world toward a better future.
"Will this do?" A ball of pure white light appeared in Hexia's hand. Its warm, soothing power lowered the three Windrunner sisters' guard to almost nothing.
The three put away their weapons. Hexia waved to the Holy Light Clerics behind him, signaling that they could stand down. These were not enemies.
Seeing the soldiers surrounding them disperse, the sisters' expressions softened considerably.
"You're humans?" Vereesa, the youngest, leaned closer with a playful expression, her eyes full of curiosity. In all her years, she had never met a human with black hair and black eyes.
"Look at me. What part of me doesn't look human?" Hexia spread his hands helplessly. He had visited several worlds, but