With a tremor, everyone's vision shifted once more, as if breaking free from a dream.
Lin An still stood in front of the castle; the shop owner raised his shield in front of him, while Chen Shuyun stood on a giant snake, suspended midair.
They had instantly broken free, but those from the Maiti Holy See did not have it so easy.
For these individuals, the faith's power that had been drawn from them was still being operated by the sceptre, merging into the collective.
Because Archbishop Claude was still maintaining the feeling of mobilizing the collective power. He had never felt his own authority to be so powerful, a feeling so exhilarating that he wished he could extract every individual's spiritual power into the collective for his own use.
Regrettably, without Lin An's lead, he could not reach that miraculous dimension and he could now feel the control slipping from his grasp, inch by inch approaching its former level.
