My World Is.... (2)
Yulian felt his vision slowly blur.
In truth, even having reached the realm of a superhuman, it was impossible to catch up to Munareff.
Munareff had already arrived and was reaching his hand toward Deneb.
In such a situation, the only thing he could do was block Deneb with his own body.
"......"
That was all. Having unleashed all of his power, he no longer had the strength left to protect himself.
And so, Munareff's attack pierced straight through his chest.
But he couldn't collapse like this.
'Until Erenes arrives.... '
Ghislain and Grondal were captured by the enemy. Lahamod and Tagmah were also in precarious condition, but the only one who could come help now was Erenes.
Somehow, somehow, he had to hold on until then.
'Just a little more.....'
Yulian hugged Deneb tightly with all his remaining strength.
His own life didn't matter anymore.
The only thought filling his head was that he had to protect her.
It was then.
Paaaaaaahk!
A radiant light, so dazzling it defied description, engulfed his body.
'Ahh.... '
Even in his hazy consciousness, Yulian smiled. He instinctively realized that Deneb was now safe.
The light was warm, like a mother's embrace.
A comforting, peaceful warmth that shielded even from the blade of a harsh world and wrapped all wounds in its embrace.
The pain that had been spreading from the pierced wound gradually dulled. With the warmth spreading through his body, Yulian slowly lost consciousness.
Soon, the light spread out in all directions, filling the surroundings.
Everyone stood in a daze, staring at the light.
It was like witnessing a miracle. Divine itself, as if a god had descended.
But not everyone welcomed the light the same way.
Chiiiiiiiiik!
"Grrraaah!"
The priests of the Church of Salvation groaned in agony, expressions twisted in pain.
The light burned their blood and flesh. Even breathing became an unbearable torment.
Lahamod and Tagmah, powerful as they were, were no exception. No—because they were stronger than the others, it was even more painful for them.
In contrast, the light had a completely different effect on the others.
It wrapped around their wounds, erased their pain, and lifted up broken bodies and minds.
Ghislain laughed aloud as he felt his body recovering.
The others still didn't understand what was happening. Even Grondal just stood blankly, staring at the light descending from the sky.
'So, this is what it was.'
Until now, this phenomenon had never been properly observed or recorded.
That was why Deneb could be called the 'First Saintess.'
Channeling.
A connection to a great being beyond dimensions.
A miracle only a saint could manifest.
Deneb had now brought that miracle into reality.
Once this power was invoked, no one could avoid it. For it was a power that most directly interfered with the laws of the world, and it was judgment itself.
No matter how powerful Lahamod and Tagmah were, there was no way they could withstand this power.
Even in future history, not a single person would withstand it....
Ghislain briefly thought of Alpoi but shook his head fiercely. That had been pure coincidence, layered upon more coincidence.
Chiiiiiiiiik!
Even as Lahamod's body burned with pain, he couldn't take his eyes off Deneb.
"Wh-what is this….. how can such power exist...."
He was at a loss for words.
Unbelievable, overwhelming holy power.
That power now completely dominated the space around them.
Wherever the light touched his body, it was burning. But that wasn't the only problem.
'M-my body won't move properly.'
A massive, invisible pressure was weighing down on him. He couldn't even escape.
Lahamod, panting, looked toward Ghislain.
Though everyone was in shock at this impossible phenomenon, the one person before him was smiling.
Lahamod asked in a trembling voice.
"You... do you know what this power is?"
"Channeling."
"And that... what is that?"
"It's a connection to the goddess."
"...!!"
Lahamod's eyes trembled violently. Tagmah, Erenes, Lionel, and Grondal were no different as they listened.
A connection to the goddess. None of them had even heard of such a thing, let alone imagined it.
How could a mere human be connected to a god?
Even under the suffocating pressure, Lahamod slowly turned his head.
Deneb was holding the unconscious Yulian. From her body, the light continued to pour from the sky.
Lahamod muttered blankly.
"How can this be.... this absurd..."
A god, who should no longer be able to physically interfere with this world, had interfered.
That the priestess served as the medium—he could understand that much. But how such a thing was possible, he still could not grasp.
Then, he suddenly noticed another source of light.
"No way... that's..."
Even the necklace Deneb wore was radiating strong light. More precisely, the jewel attached to the necklace.
That light connected the light in the sky to Deneb at its center.
"A Holy Stone? Are you saying that woman… can really use the Holy Stone? That she's truly a vessel capable of containing holy power?"
To that, Ghislain grinned and said,
"That's right. Deneb is the true 'Saintess.'"
"Saintess...."
It wasn't that no one had ever been given the title of Saintess before. But that was nothing more than an empty name.
Just a symbolic title given to a priestess who had accomplished something notable or possessed especially strong holy power.
But now, everyone present in Valskrum had come to know—
What a true Saintess really was.
One whom the god answers. One who brings divine authority to this land.
From now on, the weight carried by the name 'Saintess' would change.
Ghislain slowly twisted his sword and asked Lahamod,
"You mentioned the Holy Stone just now? What do you know about it?"
Lahamod didn't answer right away.
He stared into Ghislain's eyes for a long moment, then finally opened his mouth with difficulty.
"So you really... don't know anything about the Holy Stone."
"......"
"Even the Pope... must not know. If he did... there's no way he'd leave that woman like that..."
"Hmph...… So the Holy Stone really must be something that can deal a fatal blow to your kind."
"No matter what you do... you won't understand what the Holy Stone is meant for."
"Well... whatever it is, if it harms your side, isn't that enough? For example... maybe it's something needed to seal the Demon Realm?"
At those words, Lahamod's expression hardened. Ghislain observed him for a moment.
It had just been a shot in the dark, knowing the future, but it seemed to have hit a nerve. Still, he couldn't be sure just from his expression.
Even so, he was now certain that the Holy Stone could affect the Demon Realm. And with Deneb's awakening on top of that—
That alone made the Holy Stone well worth obtaining.
Lahamod said nothing more to Ghislain.
His gaze was fixed on only one person—Deneb.
She was already considered dangerous enough. Now that she had awakened as the true Saintess, she had to be killed no matter what.
Drrrrrk!
Lahamod ground his teeth and tightened his grip around Ghislain even more. His hair, ignited by burning his own life force, had turned completely white.
"Enforcer….. hurry….. kill that woman."
At Lahamod's command, Munareff clenched his teeth and began to move.
"Grrraaaah!"
Munareff's body was burning in the pouring light. But he too knew just how dire the situation was.
He couldn't last long in this light. With every breath, a searing pain spread deep into his chest.
"Guaaaaah!"
With a scream, Munareff pulled out the hand he had plunged into Yulian.
Then, unleashing even his life force, he attempted to attack Deneb.
But he couldn't reach out.
It wasn't because of the pressure weighing down on him.
"Th-this can't be...."
One of his arms was already gone.
Exactly the one that had been buried in Yulian's body.
Without even realizing it, it had completely vanished as if erased from existence.
"U-aaaaaaaah!"
Terrified, Munareff screamed and stumbled back.
Then his eyes met Deneb's, who was cradling Yulian.
Her gaze appeared emotionless, indifferent. And yet, it held an unapproachable dignity.
Amid the storm of holy power, Deneb spoke in a soft voice.
"Oh Goddess, bring forth Your will upon this place."
Paaaah!
Once again, a wave of light swept across the battlefield.
Munareff was instantly engulfed by the wave of holy power descending right before his eyes.
"Gyaaaaaaah!"
Thick black smoke erupted from his body.
The darkness could not withstand the light and flared violently, struggling to escape.
In the end, Munareff collapsed and rolled across the ground.
"S-spare me! Gaaaack!"
He had completely lost the will to fight. Even that deep and unwavering faith of his was gone.
All that remained was a primal instinct—an overwhelming desire to survive.
The light did not stop. It began to spread wide as if it would soon engulf the entirety of Valskrum.
Far off in the distance, the dwarves who were still fighting felt the sudden surge of divine light.
They were struck with awe, and simultaneously, they felt an inexplicable change.
"W-what…?"
Their wounds closed.
Broken bones mended.
Strength returned to legs that had been about to give out.
"My body… it's healing?"
And then, before their eyes, an even more unbelievable sight unfolded.
Gyaaaaaaaa!
Undead and chimeras that had been rushing in from all directions writhed in agony and collapsed.
The undead touched by the light turned to ashes and scattered in the wind. The grotesque chimeras shattered as the power of dark magic within them collapsed.
"Guaaack!"
Even the dark mages and priests of the Church of Salvation were twisted in agony, wreathed in divine flames.
The dwarves still didn't understand the nature of this miracle.
But they instinctively realized one thing—this was the moment to counterattack.
At that moment, a roar echoed across the entire battlefield.
"Uwaaaaaaaah!"
"Now! The enemy is crumbling!"
"This light is on our side! Push them back!"
The dwarves roared in unison.
The light returned to their eyes.
In the hearts of warriors that had been consumed by despair, the flame of victory began to burn.
Clad in iron armor, the dwarves charged forward with a shout.
With every swing of their weapons, undead were smashed and destroyed, and chimeras were torn apart without resistance.
Even the black energy that had once filled the skies was driven away by the light and disappeared.
"We can win! The light is aiding us!"
"Keep striking! Shatter all of this darkness!"
"The darkness freezes, and we burn hotter!"
Dwarven war cries rang from all directions. Their voices now sounded like a declaration of victory.
Lahamod, his face haggard, was still staring only at Deneb.
Ghislain slowly pulled the sword embedded in Lahamod's abdomen. The darkness that had bound him had already burned away and vanished.
Yet Lahamod didn't spare Ghislain a single glance. His eyes remained fixed solely on Deneb.
At last, he spoke in a voice filled with despair.
"We've... made the greatest mistake of our lives."
Regret was heavy in Lahamod's voice.
He had realized the danger far too late. He should have known when they saved the Elf Grand Chieftain.
That the greatest threat to them was that woman.
Now the Church would face an even harsher battle. That woman, now called a Saintess, would crush the Church with the power of the goddesses.
And ironically, it was they themselves who had enabled her awakening.
Not only had they failed, they had created the strongest enemy of all.
He was filled with sorrow and guilt.
As Lahamod stood in a daze, staring at Deneb, Ghislain raised his sword.
"You were truly a strong one. So strong I wanted to face you with my real self."
"........"
"If you have any last words, I'll hear them. It's a courtesy to a worthy opponent."
Only then did Lahamod turn his gaze toward Ghislain.
His eyes now were calm and composed.
"I too pay my respects to the power you all have shown. Even in death, I won't forget you. But….."
Lahamod continued, his gaze profound as he looked at Ghislain.
"When the most noble light falls, our king will appear."
It was both a warning and a proclamation.
And perhaps, the last hope that could stop the Saintess.
Ghislain's brow twitched slightly.
He had seen someone in his dreams, someone who stood against the Saintess.
The Adversary.
That must be who he was referring to.
Ghislain said nothing more.
He silently brought his sword down toward Lahamod's neck.
Sgak!
The prophet, Lahamod, the absolute powerhouse once called an Apostle in Ghislain's dream—
His head fell to the ground.
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