Moments later, Liora was the only living being standing in the once populous Orion Tribe.
Whether it was the villagers or the village itself, all traces of them had been erased, becoming sacrifices or evaporating during the earlier confrontation.
A rhombus-shaped crystal floated in Liora's palm.
Several intricate patterns squirmed across its surface, while the agonized screams of a wailing soul echoed from inside of it.
Listening to its screams, Liora snorted, and a powerful pressure erupted from her body.
"I could kill you while you were still alive, much less now that you're just a remnant soul."
The moment her words fell, the lingering traces of the God of Hunting were wiped out.
Only the rhombus-shaped crystal remained, more sacred in appearance but also slightly weaker.
"No wonder I previously felt that the power in the Curse of the Gods was somewhat familiar. Is it the power of faith?", she whispered, playing with the crystal in her hand.
