They were on the verge of capturing this strategically crucial stronghold for the Holy Briania, yet due to the sudden appearance of a legendary figure, they were pinned down here, able only to waver in confrontation.
He could feel it, that woman was not joking.
If he dared to cross that Abyss and fight alone, she would indeed mercilessly shoot him down right here.
He took a deep breath, feeling he might let down Pope Mephiel's instructions.
The chosen of the Winged People snorted, eventually turning to look at the heavily wounded supplicant legion.
If she hadn't sensed something wrong earlier, expending a divine favor to withstand that explosion and the released filth power, it might really have allowed those damned Silver Guard Army to succeed.
