Pale holy light converged on Allen's wrist, quickly healing the crushing bone fractures under its influence. Within minutes, Allen rubbed his wrist, feeling almost completely recovered.
"Holy Light is really effective, much better than healing potions."
Amberser felt quite envious. If a Lich's bones were to break, he would have to replace them; they can't just grow back.
Besides not being immortal, Laine's Paladins were indeed formidable.
While any deity can have their own Paladins, Laine's were different; their mastery over Divine Arts was vast, with abilities far surpassing those of other Paladins.
Allen sat on the ground, utterly unconcerned with his image, and looked at Amberser, saying, "What kind of lies have you concocted this time? Come clean, or just kill me and get it over with."
Amberser wasn't in a hurry this time and replied curiously, "You seem eager to die, abandoning life against your beliefs."
