Hilia stared, dumbfounded, at Vanessa in the sky.
Normally, Vanessa was always the picture of true gentleness and elegance; whether it was Hilia, an Assistant Priest, believers, or sick townsfolk, she always greeted everyone with a smile.
Even when faced with rudeness, she'd try to persuade first, only resorting to force if persuasion failed—and even then, she'd still remain gentle.
But now, the rage and surging holy light on her face were fiercer than a Berserker's fury.
It was as if she weren't a High Priest and Priest, but a belligerent Law Enforcement Knight—the kind who gets disciplined every other day.
Still, Hilia could understand. After all, if not now, when else could you be angry about your Divine Hall being destroyed?
Vanessa paused briefly in midair, then charged toward Shark, reaching out to grab him.
They were both Tier Four, so of course Shark wouldn't let himself be snatched that easily. He immediately used magic to respond.
