Once he had decided on his next target, Bishop Miller's robes concealed his bulging muscles. Fierce winds rose beneath his feet, and with their protection, he "flew" forward at tremendous speed.
Without a doubt, Bishop Miller knew that if he turned and fled now, he would ultimately die at the hands of these unidentified Beyonders. This was not merely his instinct as a Beyonder, but also the intuition he had gained from surviving many battles.
Bishop Miller did not underestimate these people simply because he had never seen them before. Their ability to cross the outskirts of the town, which were affected by the ritual, and reach the church was proof enough of their capabilities.
And now, even though the blood of war already flowed through him, and he had witnessed the retreating figure of a god far more powerful than the Lord of Storms, the part of Bishop Miller called "Sailor" involuntarily stirred, allowing him to glimpse a chance of survival amid this raging situation.
Whether or not the young man in the distance was a Beyonder, Bishop Miller was confident that he could use his presence to maneuver. As long as he left the church and headed deeper into the altar, he could regain control of the situation!
But just then, Bishop Miller sensed something strange.
Time around him seemed to slow, while the scene before his eyes seemed to stretch, making Bishop Miller feel as though he were trapped in a mass of transparent amber without color or substance.
The young man continued to watch Bishop Miller charge toward him with considerable interest. A quality appeared in his eyes that only Beyonders who had encountered a demigod could recognize.
Unfortunately, Bishop Miller had met an Archbishop of the Church of Storms-a true demigod.
At last, his heart