All the combat-capable clerics were relying on this sturdy church, blessed with Holy Light, to resist the enemy. The surviving citizens of the Holy City, under the protection of the clergy, were also being moved here with their families.
But this last line of defense was breached after the arrival of a witch in a black robe with purple eyes.
"Tilly!!" Azalea's eyes, bloodshot and furious, were glued to the figure in the magical image.
Tilly had not only breached the last line of defense but had also shattered the psychological defenses of the believers, filling the grand cathedral with despair.
"God, save us, save me..."
"Holy Maiden, save me, it hurts so much..."
"It's so cold... am I dying?"
"Holy Maiden, are you really watching over us? Why are you just watching all this? Have you abandoned us?"
Feeling the painful struggles and desperate prayers of her followers, Azalea's eyes nearly turned red with rage.
