BANG—!
A terrifying explosion reverberated, destroying everything within the vicinity.
What followed was a terrifying pressure that swept through the surroundings, followed by a bright light that blinded everything.
SWOOOOOOOSH!
The light faded in the upcoming moments, revealing an old church that remained standing at the top of a hill.
Bodies lay scattered everywhere, a disheveled-looking figure standing outside, his hand clasping the head of another, his breathing growing rougher and rougher.
"You..."
Panthea stood not far from him, her expression serene.
"What's wrong?"
Her voice quietly traveled across the surroundings, her gaze fixed on the Living Saint, his entire body soaked in the blood of the people he had thought were on his side.
"Is something the matter? I thought you were supposed to take my position and become the new god. But look here..."
