Ange lifted his head, looking around in confusion. From this moment on, all the incoming Flame Souls carried the same message: Change! Change! Change!
Ange hadn't had such a large harvest of Soul Flames for a long time. The people before him were noticeably more excited than last time, as the instigation of others brought many people to the brink of emotional explosion. This was a state of fanaticism as described in all Divine Arts.
Driven by this fanatic emotion, the Soul Flames offered by many people were thick, large, and dense. One of these could equal to dozens of general believers. Their faith was extremely devoted and unified.
This was why many religions liked to hold gatherings and festivals. Even the Harvest Goddess had a half-month long harvest festival.
Amidst the torrent of Faith Elemental Force, Ange's gaze returned to the bag of grain in his hand. He had realized a problem when he took it out earlier.
