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Riltara dropped to her knees, her strength fleeing as the reality of what was about to happen crashed over her. She clasped her hands together, the gesture half a prayer, half a plea—only to hesitate, her hands trembling in midair.
Who am I supposed to pray to now? Riltara wondered. That question echoed through the void in her heart. In this moment of disaster, she realized she no longer had a god to turn to. A bitter, hopeless laugh slipped out of her.
“You…!” The Saint, standing by the shattered altar, clenched his teeth in fury, his expression twisted with rage and disbelief. “You finally reveal your true colors!”
He shot a fierce glare at Ketal. That glare served as a silent signal. The moment their Saint’s eyes hardened, the ordinary believers broke and fled, panic-stricken. In seconds, all non-combatants vanished from the plaza, replaced by an advancing line of holy knights and armored priests. A ring of steel and magic closed in, shields gleaming and eyes cold.
Ketal let out a low whistle as he surveyed the rapidly tightening circle.
“Efficient. Like they’d been waiting for this exact scenario,” he said with a casual grin.
No doubt, they had. While the priests and knights didn’t truly understand Ketal’s power, they had recognized that he wasn’t just an ordinary traveler....
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