The shockwave was deafening.
The corrupted High Priest staggered backward, his robes whipping violently as the divine storm struck him head-on. For a moment—just a heartbeat—the suffocating crimson aura wrapped around him peeled back like rotten skin. His face, once twisted with corruption, flickered with a fleeting trace of humanity beneath the red glow of his eyes.
Then the corrupted energy surged again, roaring to life.
But Yuki did not falter.
["No more hiding behind corruption!"] he cried, his voice sharper, stronger. The high divine wind coiled tighter, becoming blades of silver gale that slashed at the dark aura encasing the priest. Each strike cracked through the demonic miasma, leaving fractures of light.
The group gasped.
Sylas shielded his pale blue eyes from the gale's brilliance. ["This… this isn't ordinary wind anymore… this is divine gale. High-tier… no, transcendent."]
