"We should retrea—"
Before Lucius could finish his statement, he felt a shift in the atmosphere.
The air grew unbearably heavy, as if the entire battlefield had been crushed beneath an unseen force.
Lucius's knees buckled slightly, his enhanced form flickering under the oppressive weight. A blinding light erupted from the sky, its radiance washing away the darkness that had once cloaked the scene.
Everyone froze.
Even Lucius's Heretic Vassals—Lili, Luca, Legion, and Grimm—could feel the suffocating power descending upon them.
The few Undead who had survived the battle began to crumble, their very essence dissolving into ash under the light's intensity.
'What?!'
Lucius watched in horror as the last remnants of his army disintegrated.
He clenched his fists, fury mixing with dread as he turned his gaze skyward. From the center of the radiant pillar emerged a figure—tall, imposing, and cloaked in divine brilliance.
