Seeing this, a tidal wave of shock surged through Roland.
'Another new form of divine Authority? No... that's not right!'
His Perception clearly told him that the aura of Divine Attribute emanating from "Tula" was no jumbled patchwork of fragmented Authorities like the ones before. Instead, it was seamlessly whole, pure to an absolute degree.
It had also risen to a level that made his very soul shudder.
It was an absolute difference in essence, in station—like a firefly to the Bright Moon, a stream to the vast ocean.
'This... is a true God!'
The realization sent a chill down his spine, as if doused with ice water.
Without a moment's hesitation, he put all his might into his arm, attempting to wrench the Moonlight Longsword free from the hand that held it—a hand that, for all its casualness, contained supreme authority.
But the "Tula" before him seemed to have no intention of immediately challenging Roland.
