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"Saintess, don't let anyone leave," Caron commanded.
His voice rang out across the dueling grounds, his tone leaving no room for objection. It was a command, clear and absolute.
Saintess Seria rose from her seat and brought her hands together, intoning, "By the Light."
From her back, six radiant wings unfurled, and a miracle descended.
Crash!
Walls of pure white light dropped from the sky, sealing off every exit and entrance. There would be no escape.
The next to move were Caron's cousins.
Whoosh!
Drawing their swords, they released bursts of mana. Their oceans surged, flooding the dueling grounds with pressure. The cardinals looked around in confusion at the sudden shift—but Caron's next words froze them in place like winter's frost.
"If any of you so much as move before I break these shackles, I'll start with your throats," Caron declared.
The threat dripped with unfiltered malice, raw and suffocating. It didn't feel like something a human could emit. That killing intent and chilling hostility crawled under the cardinals' skin and rooted itself in their bones.
Not a single one dared to defy him.
"Ah…" One of the cardinals gave a trembling sigh, unable to look away from Caron.
This man couldn't be a Warrior. No, such a terrifying being ought to never be a Warrior.
But the god they served… remained silent.
Flash!
The light summoned by the Saintess filled the ceiling of the arena and then cascaded...
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