Chapter 471: The Great War (3)
“We will join you,” the old god declared, gripping his staff as he flew to Karyl’s side.
Following him, two other gods descended and positioned themselves nearby.
“You’re late,” Karyl remarked curtly, not sparing them a glance. His focus remained fixed on Yula, the looming threat before him.
“Bless him,” the elder instructed one of the four remaining gods.
The chosen god nodded, beginning to chant a strange incantation. It wasn’t in runes, nor in any human tongue. The melodic cadence of the chant echoed through the surrounding area, and as it concluded, a pale pink aura surrounded Karyl, dissipating into his body like scattered petals.
“You had this up your sleeve the entire time, and you’re only using it now?” Karyl grumbled, though he felt the effects immediately—his energy was being restored, his mind cleared, and a sense of invigoration spread through his body.
“If it were that simple, we would have,” the elder replied. “A god’s power isn’t the same as magic. Nor is it similar to the blessings given by priests. Those are merely extensions of divine will, used for rudimentary effects like healing. But true blessings from a god transcend such simple applications.”
Karyl wiped the blood and grime from his battered face and nodded. “So the restoration is just a side effect. My advanced healing capabilities made it seem more potent.”
“Exactly. But even that advantage is now spent. Don’t expect such blessings to work again to the same extent.”
“Once is all I need,” Karyl said, gripping his sword tightly as his gaze remained locked on Yula. “I’ve never once considered the possibility of losing.”
“So... you’re really going to betray me and take his side.” Yula’s voice dripped with venom as her eyes narrowed at the gods beside Karyl. “How dare you...”
“Betrayal? Hardly,” the old god replied evenly. “Gods who preside over different dimensions aren’t bound by alliances. Each governs their own world.”