Chapter 392.1
Flora, who had been staring blankly at Mara, suddenly stood up and ran towards her, passing right through her. “See, it’s just an illusion!”
“Of course, it’s an illusion. It’s a fake form. That guy in the Holy City is the same—”
“No, he’s not! I’ve seen him many times holding a letter and a pen,” Flora insisted.
“I can do it too,” Mara retorted. “It just requires life force and concentration, which is bothersome. Try touching him when he’s off guard. Your hand will pass right through.”
Flora looked down at her hands in bewilderment. She had never touched Sang-je. Whenever she met him, she always kept a few steps away. The priests and knights did the same. No one approached within a certain distance of Sang-je. It was considered natural to show respect to the representative of God.
“Want to know something more interesting? Do you know how that guy replenishes the life force he uses?” Mara asked, ignoring Aldrit’s call.
“Mara!”
“He devours the Anikas. Those like you who worship him like a god.”
“Mara, watch your language!”