As one of the three Popes who fell into the Spirit Realm during the Lorelette Internal War, the sudden reaction of the Mysterious King’s totem is certainly not a good sign, especially since they are currently deep within the Spirit Realm Abyss.
"Sasha! Order your people to run immediately!" Seeing strands of blue magical light continuously eroding flesh, the flesh wrapping the statue’s pillar cracking inch by inch, Leon commanded everyone to hasten their escape from the hall.
Olivia led the Kleinians to charge into the corridor first, while Leon stayed behind with a group of Holy War Knights following afterwards.
But before they could get far, they suddenly heard a shockwave of magical pulsation behind them, a gust of wind dispersing the surrounding blood mist and rushing forth. Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn Nov3lFɪre.ɴet
Leon turned, opening a Defensive Technique to fend off the attack; however, the flying azure starlight passed straight through the beehive-like Magic Barrier and converged into a brilliance in front of the corridor.
Turning back to look, the path ahead was blocked by a vast blue curtain of light, halting the team’s advance.
But apart from Olivia and the Holy War Knights, none of the Kleinians dared to raise their guns towards that blue light.
(Tasa Language) "It’s the God of Dawn...!" Exclamations arose one after another among the Church Soldiers.
Witnessing their familiar object of faith appearing as if a miracle descended, even Sasha was profoundly shaken.
From the azure glow materialized a hazy figure, wielding a One-eyed Magic Wand, clad in a Starlight Robe adorned with radiant runes... exactly like the depiction of the ancient God on the Dawn God Statue.
However, facing the Kleinians on the verge of worship, the azure phantom’s gaze never fell upon them.
Those eyes, brimming with magic power, were fixed only on Leon who moved through the crowd.
Observing the reaction of the Kleinians, Leon cautiously approached the floating azure phantom, scrutinizing the existence Sasha referred to as Suviel, tentatively expanding his magic power to probe the other.
At this point, he was already certain that the God the Kleinians worshipped was actually an Ancient Lorelette Mage.
Yet, upon probing with Magic Perception, he was somewhat surprised to discover that what stood before him was neither a Spirit Body Soul nor a Spirit Realm Demon... but merely a coagulated magic projection.
The phantom of Suviel, bearing the Mysterious Court Magic Wand, slowly descended.
"...Do not... proceed further..." The voice, ancient and pure Lorelette Language, as if piercing through time, emanated from the phantom’s mouth, though appearing somewhat mechanical.
"Why? And who are you?" asked Leon, frowning, wary of the ancient mage projection’s actions.
"Permissions confirmed, highest... response, I am... the intelligence manager installed by the Mysterious Court Magic Master, Traveling Mage Suviel, overseeing the third area of the Spirit Palace.
Ahead leads to the Sealing Prison, the prison is severely damaged, the area is dangerous, warning, convict-number 193, ’Undying Blood Witch·Skush’... has escaped and is uncontrolled...
Error... correction... updating data, convict 193 has returned to the prison, but the seal is leaking, the Spirit Palace is severely damaged, restoration... impossible, area hazard level has reached the highest..."
Suviel’s projection reported the information like a robot, slowly landing before Leon, bowing respectfully: "Please do not rashly step into the dangerous area, here, as per the Lorelette Code, salute the Supreme Sun Lord, my master."
Leon listened to the warning, but was startled by the projection’s humble demeanor, stepping back half a step: "Who? Who do you salute?"
The blue magical projection lifted its upper body, the original mechanical tone suddenly transforming into a sort of rhythmic chant, exuberant:
"To you! Supreme of beauty and wisdom! Great Pope Illaril!!"