At that moment, she was practically the embodiment of the Moon God, her entire being curled up within the bright white full moon, suspended in the sky, faintly dispersing the despair and gloom of the Tomb of the Dead Silence.
Even from afar, Kushustan, upon witnessing the slow rise of the moon, revealed a trace of gloom and astonishment in his eyes.
The distorted face on the chest of the limb connector let out a deep roar.
Clearly, the sudden turn of events had caught him in an unprecedented shock, exceeding his original expectations.
This was an extremely tricky situation.
If the Bright Moon Goddess herself were present, his deification ritual would likely be disrupted instantly.
After all, this was Glostit, the home turf of the Three Gods.
However, having planned for far too long, Kushustan wasn't about to shrink back due to such inexplicable phenomena.
Even if the Three Gods were to come in person, they wouldn't be able to stop him from bringing a terrible disaster to Glostit!
At this very moment, despite the clumsiness and unfamiliarity brought by just having taken over the limb connector's body, an incomplete Kushustan suddenly erupted, his body bursting into towering flames of blood, countless limbs forming a pair of giant hands that reached toward the direction of the moon!
Yet before he burst forth, Tiya had already sensed the precursor.
Feeling the Extraordinary Power surging through her entire body within this phantasmal giant moon, she moved with the grace of a fish, lightly leaping backward.
Her green eyes shone brighter than ever before.
The enemy's panic indicated her choice was not wrong.
Since that was the case...
Watching the illusory yet real moon before her, Tiya gently parted her lips.
The next second, the incomparably massive moon, like a sudden meteor from beyond the heavens, brought with it deafening roars and howls, as if to crush the space itself, rolling directly toward Kushustan's conjured demonic claws!!!
The fissure in the Tomb of the Dead Silence had been opened!!!
When those two terrifying forces collided, the aftermath swept across the entire area instantly.
Louise, while doing her utmost to maintain the state of the Sealed Object, attempting to protect the members of the Silent Church amidst violent explosions and impacts, suddenly noticed with joy, a slit had cracked open in the nearest part of the dark shroud.
Looking out through that slit, the lights of Glostit could barely be seen.
That was the road to life.
Just one more step forward, and they could completely escape from the entire plot and vortex of the event.
Louise chose not to be the first to leave but decided to cover their retreat instead.
Several nuns, without hesitation, lifted their skirts and quickly stepped into the fissure.
As Louise watched her subordinates leave one by one, her heart's restlessness and tension slightly subsided.
All things considered, in this incident, the Silent Church might have been the least affected, having preserved most of its viable force.
Yet even so, she didn't feel the slightest relief.
Because the person she cared about the most, her dear friend Tiya, was still unaccounted for and dead or alive was unknown.
As clergy, she knew well that Tiya held a different significance to the Church and the Goddess.
Should anything happen to her, the entire Church would tremble.
It was all because of that man, it was he who had brought Tiya to this...
With that thought, Louise suddenly remembered that the guy was still lying on the ground, her gaze instinctively shifted to his location.
Although she despised the man who had made her friend so strange, she still decided to follow Tiya's request and ensure his body was brought out intact.
However, in the next second, Louise stood frozen in place as if she had seen a ghost.
The reason was simple.
The black-haired boy who had been lying quietly in a pool of blood until recently had now vanished from the spot.
Meanwhile, amidst the intense light and cessation of explosions, the duel between the Silent Saintess and the King of Evil seemed to have been decided.
"You are not her! You really aren't her!!!"
Amidst the aftermath and shock of the clashing powers, Kushustan let out a malicious laugh.
Although his entire body's limbs were being destroyed by the pure and holy Moonlight Power, to him, this was but a trivial loss.
Furthermore, he had recognized the unprecedented weakness of his opponent.
Perhaps that woman indeed had some connection to Beatrice, but unfortunately, there was a disparity in the essence and hierarchy of power.
She was even unable to inflict any significant damage on him, only slightly affecting the Tomb of the Dead Silence and letting a few ants escape.
However, in the subsequent massacre, none of these mattered.
Accompanied by a painful cough, Tiya's slender and fragile body rapidly fell from the sky.
At this moment, her pale little face was completely devoid of color, and her lips spilled blood profusely, staining her originally pristine Magic Robe a crimson red.
Feeling the weightlessness enveloping her body, along with the whistling of the wind by her ears, her beautiful eyebrows gently relaxed.
Even after going to such lengths, the guilt in her heart had not eased in the slightest.
She was already dead.
No matter how many good deeds she did, they could never be conveyed; all was in vain.
"I'm sorry... even until the end, I couldn't say it out loud."
In the last second before hitting the ground, Tiya softly parted her lips, speaking to no one in particular.
She slowly closed her eyes, preparing to meet her end.
However, the anticipated pain of crashing to the ground never came.
Instead, she felt herself falling into a familiar and warm embrace.
Simultaneously, a gentle voice of a young man reached her ears.
"Although I have never harbored any complaints against you from the beginning to the end, if this can make you feel slightly better... Voya, I forgive you."
"From now on, leave it to me."