Lydia walked into the battlefield engulfed in divine magic, bathed in sunlight, and shining like a blazing infernal flame. She had so much divine magic, in fact, that for a fraction of a second, Nyar almost mistook her for Amaterasu.
On top of that, she didn't just have quantity, but quality as well. Divine magic usually shifts to suit the user, but in exchange, it grows weaker. That is why the quality of faith that a paladin has decides how much, and how pure, the divine magic they would get.
There are paladins out there with more divine magic than Lydia, and there are some dedicated priestesses, nuns, and clerics with purer divine magic than her as well. But no one has both; most can't have both quality and quantity, but she could.
She glared at Nyar for a moment, emotionless, and disgusted at his sight, then replied to his question in a cold, offended, and irritated tone.
