The wave of the condensed divine aura struck Mera straight in the face, repulsed from within the alley by the developing divinity of this madman.
Pushed back by this immaterial influence, Mera fell down to her ass, dropping hard on the ground.
In theory, a bad, humiliating notion, something that would remain as a blemish on her honor as a saint…
But at the same time, it was the nudge necessary for the girl to realize just one more astounding quality of the ongoing situation.
The only reason she could more or less follow the actions of this strange mercenary… was because she herself was an adept user of divine powers.
And as the frozen figures of the inquisitors, shadows, and even the princess herself proved, everything that had happened so far…
The young man stood in flames.
The fires latched on to every drop of the young man's blood bursting out from his ruptured veins, consuming his very vitality at an terrifying rate.
