The screams of the followers and Anleisi vanished in an instant, like an abruptly halted symphony.
Inside the Holy Light Church, bathed in the pillar of light, everything appeared unchanged from before the cries echoed, with no visible difference.
The only change, if any, was Anleisi lying unconscious on the ground, along with the scattered Bright God Series Weapons.
The mythical creatures brought forth by the Holy Light Underground City had already vanished without a trace, seemingly taken down all at once.
The Pope, or rather Viskasa, raised a hand, and the scattered weapons flew into his grip. The brilliance flowing on their surface was about to be absorbed by him, but at that moment, these former divine artifacts lost their sheen, turning into pure scrap metal.
[Indeed, fakes]
"You... who are you really... why do you know my name..."
The follower's voice emerged weakly from the discarded weapons, full of doubt.
