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... soft, as if reality itself had bent around the sacred energy pulsing from the center of the room.
Pope Orthran knelt in stillness beside his desk, hands clasped around the golden cross at his chest. His eyes were closed. His breath was slow, but his skin had already begun to pale—his lips dry, his fingers trembling slightly.
He was praying. And through that prayer, the Blessing of the Church—a holy shield that enveloped the entire capital—remained active. It wasn’t fueled by mana ...
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