Holy and Majestic.
The power contained within the golden light was far more terrifying than anything that had come before—by an unimaginable magnitude.
In that moment, every single ghost in Ereboth had their eyes drawn to it.
They were all stunned, their eyes wide with disbelief.
"What kind of terrifying strength does it take to unleash this kind of power?"
More importantly, amidst the overwhelming radiance, they could all feel an immense, burning rage.
It swept over them like a tidal wave, unstoppable and suffocating.
Begging for mercy was utterly useless.
"You bullied my wife!"
Magnus never expected that this would be Timothy's reason for such a response.
The sacred aura within the golden light seemed powerful enough to obliterate any ghost in its path.
The eerie ghostly energy had long been swallowed up, leaving nothing behind.
