"Stand up, Emperor. Your battle is not over yet."
Yurasha spoke calmly, standing behind him.
The Church and the Imperial family had never been allies—in fact, they had once plotted to annihilate his bloodline.
But now, with upper demons rising one after another, everyone knew where their blades needed to point.
At the same moment, the high bishops appeared beside Yurasha—along with Ivar Valerion and Luc Valerion, Maekar's brothers.
"Sorry we're late..."
It seemed Luc, the mage, had been the one responsible for teleporting Yurasha to the battlefield—barely saving them all in time.
Elsewhere, the Hollow and Gvardiole regrouped with Beatrice.
The only one who did not retreat was Pontiff Sulyvahn, still locked in fierce combat with the Sunlight brothers.
Now standing face-to-face, Yurasha empowered everyone around her, infusing them with her holy energy, boosting them beyond their limits—up to 120% of their power.
"Listen closely, gentlemen..."
