Every withered branch on Horus's face was leaping and cheering.
He had never been so happy before; the depression that had oppressed him for over fifty years all dissipated at this moment. He was not the weakest Archbishop in Trolian's history, but the strongest.
Unprecedented confidence returned to his heart, making him look like an old tree in bloom, a deadwood reborn in spring.
"This is the power of the Bright Light!"
Horus was intoxicated by this perfect arc of law, the dazzling light dancing around him, sometimes transforming into a twisted wave, sometimes into twin semi-circles rising.
"I felt the complete law of the Bright Light. It's a bright, shining, glorious holy light. It is not the most comprehensive characteristic. It has only one purpose, which is to pierce the heart of the Black Fog."
He spread his arms, and countless points of light instantly passed through everyone's body.
"Huh?"
Luo Weiya looked at his hands.
