"This can't possibly mean."
Fists clenched, Lady Celeste's bright pupils quivered with incredulity. The priestess's unusual expression testified to the doubts that surrounded her.
A god could possess a god's essence only. How could it ever be granted to a mortal? A priest, the most devoted among them, cannot access his god's power. Not one of those claimed by gods as their own can even grab an iota of their essence.
"This. Looking at him, he doesn't look like a god. Yet, how does he hold such powers?" Lord Magan argued, pointing at the silvery-eyed boy sitting across from him.
He sneered, "You're not telling me he's actually a god?"
When his words faded away, all looked at Moulin, who was equally shocked by what was discovered there, as well. The young man's eyes strained upon the radiating orbs of his mana, seeking a flaw in them. But like the others, he found nothing.
