Malin softly called upon the presence of light, and with this call, holy light spread beneath his feet. Countless wraiths and different kinds of souls shrieked as they were purified by the purest energy, and some stronger specters were repelled, allowing light to return to the streets once more.
In the distance, Transcendents were observing, but they were more cautious—such a level of battle was far beyond their capacity to join.
Constance Federon panted desperately, his expression complex as he looked at Malin, saved by the holy energy.
"You shouldn't have saved me, it's too merciful, not like your style."
Though lacking the strength to engage Malin in a back-and-forth, the Noble God's Divine Envoy was unexpectedly eloquent.
