The priest exclaimed in horror, "Lord Aieran?"
On the old man's face, one could see a blood-filled hollow where an eye should have been, with a sharp golden filament still wreaking havoc on his internal bodily structure.
If not for the pale fragments of sacred light emerging around the old man's body, rushing in to repair the damage, the old man likely wouldn't have lasted much longer.
Wasn't it an avatar made of controlled light that the Archbishop went to?
How could it possibly have harmed the actual body within the church?
Who on earth could have injured the Archbishop?
"Aaahh!"
In a hoarse roar, Aieran yanked off half of his face and some of his bones. He threw the part of his head invaded by the golden filament to the ground and gestured for countless points of light to surround and completely annihilate it with the Power of the Divine Tree.
"Divine Skill, Restoration of Light."
The priest also cast a healing divine skill on the old man.
