The moment Casmir wiped out the Errant's believers in the sky, several things happened in an instant.
First came a terrible dread, one greater than any the Ossuarists on the battlefield had ever felt. It was a sensation entirely separate from the soul, separate from mana, and completely distinct from any kind of power they had ever known.
But to the other ancient Transcendents, it gave a vague, familiar feeling… one they had chased for their entire lives:
Divine power.
It was incredibly brief, but it was unmistakable and entirely inexplicable. Casmir didn't understand the exact mechanics of what was going on, but he could decipher enough to know it was bad, and it was undeniably tied to the divine.
Down on the grand wall, Finn's face, which had whipped backward toward the sky, suddenly broke into a wide smile.
