With a single blow, Emil was driven into the ground, his body covered in blood, bones shattered under the terrifying impact.
Although the followers of the Temple of Wine had anticipated this, their faces still turned pale as if all hope was lost.
Fenrir, the giant wolf, looked at Emil with a hint of surprise.
This little one had actually managed to withstand one of his attacks, albeit only briefly.
At his current strength—beyond that of a Tier-8 being—he should have been able to crush these people effortlessly.
Emil's temporary resistance was, in Fenrir's view, an anomaly. But nothing more; in the end, he was still a corpse.
Just as Fenrir prepared to end the lives of everyone present with one powerful attack, Emil, covered in blood, suddenly shot out from the pit, his body surrounded by blinding light.
As the light spread, everyone could feel an immense, terrifying power—a force seemingly imbued with the power of the Goddess of Wine!
