(To be revised)
The priest exclaimed in horror, "Lord Aieran?"
On the old man's face, one could see an empty eye socket filled with blood, as a sharp golden thread continued to recklessly destroy the internal structure of the old man's body.
If it weren't for the pale shards of holy light that emerged around the old man's body, swiftly pouring in to repair the damage, the old man likely wouldn't have lasted much longer.
Isn't it just the Archbishop's avatar formed of controlled light?
How could it possibly harm the actual body within the church?
Who exactly is it that injured the Archbishop?
"Ah!"
With a hoarse roar, Aieran tore off half of his face and part of his bones, hurling the section of his head that was invaded by the golden threads to the ground. He gestured for countless specks of light to surround it, relying on the numerical superiority of the Power of the Divine Tree to completely obliterate it.
"Divine Skill, Radiant Restoration."
