A Saint was never meant to fight on the frontlines—her role was support. Close combat was never her domain.
But Liora disregarded such logic entirely.
She was far too fast for him to react. In an instant, her right hand pressed against his chest, unleashing a strange force that surged violently through his body.
"Joseph Blattier," she said softly, her tone carrying a divine weight, "this power was never yours to begin with. You are nothing but a usurper who stole strength by sacrificing countless innocent souls—souls that never belonged to you."
"For that reason, I must set them free… to grant them the salvation and freedom you so cruelly stole."
At her words, Blattier felt something within him tear apart.
And then—without warning—his back exploded, spewing forth thousands… no, millions of radiant motes of light that burst free from his body at the first chance they had.
The bishop screamed in agony, his very essence cracking and collapsing.
