"I feel really good right now." Kuboert showed no signs of fatigue after using the holy power. He said, "This time I've eliminated so many undead creatures, it's enough to get my name recorded in the annals of the Pate Temple."
"Dispelled, not eliminated," Lynch said. "As long as these liches have their intact life boxes, their ability to act will never disappear. Although you've thoroughly shattered their bodies now, they will still rise again next to the life boxes."
"Anyway, these undead should no longer pose any threat to Heather, right?" Kuboert looked at the forest submerged by the flood, where countless undead creatures were buried beneath the gradually calming waters. Their attempt to reach the elf sacred land was permanently halted here.
"They shouldn't," Lynch said. "Even if there's something missed, Fyyian doesn't have the strength to launch an attack on Heather. Even if he retains some undying soul, the Holy Mountain itself is enough to destroy him."
