Sir Awen turned his head and looked toward the three God Halls that bore the faith of the entire Main Universe, their magnificent radiance reflected on his cheeks.
"Although this war has been raging for decades, it is still far too distant for most ordinary people, because you are not the Savior. If the Savior wins, everyone rejoices. But if he loses, all you can do is resign yourself to fate, powerless to help, because we are all as weak as ants."
"And faith built on that foundation cannot withstand any test."
He closed his eyes.
For no matter how many ants there were, how could they determine the outcome of a God War?
The Self-Binding Angel stared at him, then turned to gaze toward the distant Divine Realm.
"You mean..."
Sir Awen took a deep breath and raised his head, as though that face were once again reflected in his eyes.
"Perhaps true faith is not religious worship, but something that lets you truly see that even if you are as insignificant as an ant, you still... matter."
"Perhaps Lynn understood this long ago."
The war's brutality was unprecedented.
And for the first time since the Nightmare War had erupted decades ago, all living beings felt so directly just how terrifying and unshakable an enemy their King faced.
Those connections established with countless people through faith power.
For the first time, they laid that despair bare in the heart of every ordinary person.
Their King.
What burden had he borne to shield them from decades of devastation and crushing pressure?
Countless eyes watched.
Through that thread of faith connecting them to their King, countless people saw the brutality and despair of the war.
Many faltered, trembling and weak-kneed, their fear overcoming their faith.
Many backed away, because