Chime.
The clear, bell-like tone rolled across the battlefield and plunged straight into Emery's spiritual sea.
His consciousness trembled violently.
His focus wavered.
Inside his inner world, the five-tiered rainbow pagoda began to crack. Fine fractures of white-gold light spiderwebbed across its luminous walls as the divine resonance forced its way inward.
Then the pagoda flared.
At the brink of collapse, another force awakened within him. His innate ability—[Emperor Focus]—ignited, pouring stabilizing will through every layer of his soul. The trembling structure steadied, and a fresh veil of prismatic light formed over the cracks, reinforcing the failing defenses with raw, unyielding intent.
Outside, the Papal Cardinal's brows furrowed slightly.
"Such powerful soul defenses…"
"He is clearly at the fifth level of soul fortification, yet the density rivals high sixth-tier saints…"
"This is not natural. This must be evil at work."
