Kyle's aura surged like a tidal wave as he gathered his mana, the very air trembling around him with pressure. His eyes narrowed at the Saintess.
"I've entertained your theatrics long enough. Now, let me show you how I silence the divine."
He said coldly, his voice layered with mana.
The Saintess instinctively stepped back, a flicker of unease crossing her face.
Her connection to the divine was her greatest weapon, one she believed untouchable. But the intent in Kyle's eyes made her heart race.
'He can't possibly…'
She gritted her teeth and subtly activated her contingency plan.
From behind the line of trees nearby, one of her 'spare saintesses' appeared—girls who were born with the potential to serve as vessels in case she needed to divert divine attention.
Kyle's gaze flicked toward the new arrival.
"So that's how it is."
In a flash of movement, his sword sliced through the space between them, and the spare saintess's divine aura sputtered and went dark.
