I was completely surrounded. There were archers on the rooftops, a swordsman squadron in front of me, and priests as well as the head priest casting buff spell Divine Arts.
Thunder was gathering in the hands of a black-robed warlock in the distance. These warlocks were able to obtain the power of thunder by worshiping Shirvan, so they were highly skilled at controlling lightning and thunder.
Directly in front of me was a top-level divine swordswoman. Leona's golden hair was literally on fire due to her anger. The divine favor she received from her grandfather Shirvan transformed into an energy wave similar to draconic might that kept attacking my mind.
In the sky, thunder kept rumbling as the furious True God Shivan watched what was going on through the eyes of his beloved granddaughter. He began to rampage and attack this land with thunder.
"Roan! It's time to meet your death!"
