The gentle glow descended like a curtain upon the militia, rejuvenating their weary bodies, and their wounds began to heal...
The same divine arts, one as a point of light, another as an entire expanse, even with the aid of a holy relic, Junia couldn't achieve such a formidable power.
Yet, with a casual gesture, the trembling, elderly frame of the mendicant monk could cover such a range; his strength had transcended the ordinary and had likely reached the legendary realm!
The appearance of the Holy Light not only healed most of the injured militia but also terrified the fishmen, the deterrence even stronger than the gunshots earlier.
Suddenly, their organized attack was disrupted, and at that moment, the veterans took the opportunity to command the militia to advance, not to counterattack but to drag back those who could still be saved.
Blood and broken limbs were strewn across the shore, while the remaining militia retreated with the wounded in such an environment.
