Seeing that acquaintances had arrived, Hilia stopped pretending to be the "Evil God", jumped down from the high platform, and called out to everyone:
"You finally made it, I almost died in the hands of those heretics!"
You? Died in the hands of heretics?
Holy Master Connor and the other two looked at Hilia, then looked at the ground covered with heretic corpses.
Is this the correct combination of words?
The Holy Master's figure flickered; he quickly appeared beside Hilia, sacred radiance blooming.
A moment later, the light faded and the Holy Master's expression relaxed.
"No injuries, good, as long as you're not hurt."
He looked at the corpses littering the ground, then at the Deep Sea Leader who'd been smashed into a pit, Magic Power exhausted, already gravely injured.
If he remembered correctly, this leader was a Tier Six Mage.
And the corpses on the ground were all at least Tier Four, with several Tier Five Mages among them.
