At the heights of Lonely Mountain City,
although Archbishop Lian Del did not stand like a mountain, his hands slowly raised, gathering a holy golden light in his palms.
A dazzling golden light column burst forth from the fist he clenched, shooting straight into the sky, so bright that even the deepest of nights could not conceal its brilliance.
This beam of light was like a golden giant dragon, piercing through the thick clouds, instantly illuminating the bleak sky.
In an instant, the entire sky was covered by this golden brilliance.
The clouds were no longer an obstruction but rather the backdrop to this golden light.
The golden radiance spread to every corner of Lonely Mountain City, as if a miracle had descended upon it.
Moments later, the golden sea of clouds gradually faded away, like morning mist dispersing under the sun.
Brilliant sunlight pierced through the clouds, pouring down unreservedly, warm and radiant.
