It was but a flash.
A dark gleam appeared behind Carl's head, poised to pierce his skull and extinguish his life force in the next instant.
Time seemed to freeze in that instant.
"No!" Yana, turning to witness this, felt her heart pound. She let out a silent, skyward scream.
In a blink, countless past experiences flashed through her mind.
As a child, she had relentlessly endured torment to adapt to the Evil God Bloodline, all just to survive.
Every day, only when the kind priest spoke of God's deeds would the pain in her body lessen.
God would redeem mankind.
Including them, the Desecration Knights.
Countless sessions of mental conditioning and hypnotic suggestion had forged that phrase into the bedrock of her endurance.
God loves mankind!
God!
Loves His people.
Yana's devotion to God was unquestionable, surpassing even that of the most devout Holy Temple Knight.
All that I am belongs to God...
