"Prepare to meet your judgment, Evil Dragon."
Jeanne's expression was compassionate, a cluster of golden Holy Flame burning at her brow.
Like a radiant sun, her body emitted an endless holy radiance, purging specters and demons with screams and wails, as they were dispersed and purified.
The surviving mortals, some were already driven mad by fear, and continued to flee in panic despite the total purification of the demonic spirits.
Those who came to their senses knelt on the ground with a thud, crying and praying, while some devout believers even took out the scriptures they carried with them, reciting prayers, thanking the Heavenly Father, the Holy Fire, or the protection of Ammon.
Others simply watched the scene numbly, feeling utterly desolate.
There truly are gods in this world!
But oh God, why couldn't you have descended a little earlier?
"Holy."
