Chapter 146: Advent of the Great Evil (6)
A low rumble shook the air as a holy light enveloped Ketal. Its power, unlike any that Shadranes had ever wielded, radiated with a quality and strength on a higher plane—an awe-inspiring divine force beyond the reach of mere mortals. Slowly, the glow settled, and Ketal’s axe began to gleam with a golden aura.
“Oh, this is magnificent. I didn’t expect you to help me in this way,” Ketal remarked, genuinely impressed. He glanced toward the sky, giving a small smile. “Thank you.”
With those words, shock and astonishment rippled through everyone watching.
“What...?” Rakuza asked, unable to trust his eyes.
Shadranes mumbled in a trembling voice, “Is that Kalosia’s... blessing?”
“That’s... impossible,” Lubitra stammered. Disbelief flashed across his face. “Why would they bless someone who isn’t even a follower?”
Unfortunately, Lubitra never got the answer. Ketal gripped the golden-tinged axe and lunged. The blazing edge of the weapon descended upon the demon.
Lubitra was cleaved in two. He immediately regenerated and gathered his strength to counter as dozens of twisted threads erupted at once, racing toward Ketal.
Yet, Ketal took one firm hold of his axe and swung it in a wide arc, shattering the threads like brittle straw. There was a stark difference in power between relying on raw physical strength alone and using the holy power.
“So this is what holy power feels like,” Ketal said, as he stepped forward. The earth split beneath him as his body rocketed ahead.
Lubitra slammed into the ground, his limbs torn away. Although he could still regenerate, the process was noticeably slower; the dark energy fueling him was depleting, bit by bit.
That was the nature of divinity—a power carrying an absolute advantage against evil. Shadranes and Rakuza had lost because no amount of favorable affinity could make up for the sheer difference in force.