Leon descended toward the rear lines of the battlefield. His armor was cracked. Blood stained the edges of his cloak.
Yet despite the exhaustion weighing upon his divine body, he continued moving from one battlefield to another without pause.
Everywhere he went, miracles followed.
Golden sunlight descended from the heavens, healing shattered limbs and restoring dying soldiers moments before death could claim them. Exhausted warriors regained their strength beneath his radiance while terrified civilians wept in relief upon seeing the divine figure protecting them from the chaos consuming the world.
And with every life he saved, faith gathered around him.
At first, it was only a trickle.
A wounded soldier whispering a prayer of gratitude. A mother begging for Leon's protection. A frightened child calling his name instead of the Goddess's.
But as the battle continued, those countless fragments of faith began converging into an enormous tide.
