A Holy Light ascended once more, stirring up a howling West Wind throughout the sky.
WHOOSH…
The wind propelled those fire ships and the warships squeezed into the bay, charging them towards the Pirate Fleet blocking the bay's exit.
The brief burst of powerful maneuverability allowed the tall Castilian Carrack Ships to tower over and board the pirate ships.
The cost, however, was apparent in the white-haired Sun Crown Priest, who seemed to age several more years instantly and almost toppled over from the gust of wind.
This was the Mandate of Heaven associated with using the True Cross, requiring one to suffer like The Shackled Creator, bearing the weight of sins.
No matter how great the power wielded, it would be met with an equally severe backlash.
Who would have guessed that this seemingly ancient, white-haired man was actually just in his forties?
