The divine power surged magnificently, but in Rose's eyes, it was like a stray dog—no matter how you looked at it, it was pathetic.
Divine power? That's something weak gods use to put pressure on people when they can't beat Holy-tier Mages. For the Twelve Main Gods, using this thing just lowers their status—it's embarrassing, really.
But now, not only is Ethel using it, he's using it to suppress two Tier Four Mages.
Oh, not just two Tier Four Mages—seeing the situation, Rose couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Hilia muttered to herself, "What a terrifying aura... Is he... a Tier Five Mage?"
Rose tried to hold back her laugh and said, "Have you ever seen a Tier Five Mage who, after unleashing their presence, can't even move themselves?"
"Huh?" Hilia blinked, not quite getting it.
In the end, Rose couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Look, after he unleashed his aura, did he do anything at all?"
"Ah... You're right."
Hilia was left dumbstruck.
