The scene before them was like the gates of Hell thrown open, with endless Undead Creatures pouring down.
Undead were constantly vaporized into rising black mist, accumulating into a thick layer of ash in the sky.
The ash layer kept expanding. When it finally could bear no more, actual black rain began to fall.
The entire central region of the New Nas Subcontinent was covered by this black rain. Without postwar treatment, this fertile land that had once symbolized life and vitality would become a shadowy thicket where darkness bred.
Rain fell onto the knights' armor and was instantly repelled. The Defensive Formations on their armor automatically protected their bodies from these negative powers.
But the black runoff beneath their feet was becoming increasingly conspicuous.
Both the Clerical Robes and armor of the Order God Church were predominantly black, which suited the atmosphere rather well.
Mobiten offered Kallen an umbrella.
It was a kind gesture, a small favor done for Muli's sake.
But Kallen did not take it. He shook his head slightly, clasped his hands behind his back, and stood behind the High Priest.
Romir was still controlling the Gate of Reincarnation. Seefus yawned softly, looked at Kallen, and asked with a smile, "What, do you like this scene?"
Kallen brought his hands forward and lowered his head to answer, "Yes."
Seefus said, "Indeed, scenes like this certainly suit the aesthetic tastes of you Order Clerics."
After a pause, Seefus glanced at the High Priest's back and added:
"That pleasure of destruction, release, and violence, of crushing refinement and tradition."
Rather than addressing Kallen, he seemed to be teasing the High Priest.
Kallen replied, "The refinement you speak of-refinement for whom? And the tradition you speak of-tradition for whom?"
"Hmm?"
"Would shackled slaves sincerely praise wonders built from the