The mental storm howled wildly, forming a real "storm" in this world created by psychic power. Wherever the powerful magic power swept through, things made of dreams and projections crumbled and vanished into thin air!
Archbishop Magnan raised his hands high, a pleased smile on his face.
In such a bizarre place, facing a group of distorted projections, confronting perilous mental traps was really not a light and pleasant experience.
Truth be told, when it comes to unraveling these layered, inescapable mental traps, he wasn't really skilled.
But if it came to the point where both parties revealed their health bars... oh boy, then he'd be in his element!
After all, before embarking on this bleak future of being an evil cult follower, he served as a Priest for the War God.
