Boom!
The divine firebird and the ice crystal citadel clashed for a breathless moment—then shattered together.
A wild storm of wind, fire, and frost tore across the battlefield, leveling distant mountains and reducing countless monsters to ash in its wake.
"This can't be happening... oh gods... my almighty gods!"
"The seraphim are the very arms of the God of Light! And yet, a single mortal has destroyed their divine feather!?"
In that moment, the last remnants of faith within the cultists crumbled.
To them, the gods were infallible. Untouchable. Invincible.
But the adventurers had shattered that illusion—crushed it underfoot.
Hurricane Spear!
With a sharp cry, the wind-elemental goddess summoned the divine lance once more, hurtling it toward the now-frantic Pope Bilsatz.
"Protect His Holiness! Shield the bishops!"
The last remaining knights charged forward, raising their tower shields to form a living wall around their leaders.
Awakening: Dark Surge Execution!
