The dazzling Holy Light descended from the sky, pierced through the barriers of ice, and landed on Ferdinand.
Everyone's gazes followed the Holy Light instinctively.
This was the world's holiest light; even the orcs had to admit that.
Light magic casters were extremely rare, and those who could master the Holy Light Technique were even rarer. They all had the God of Light's favor.
That god that was the sworn enemy of evil in the legends represented justice and light.
The Holy Light represented brightness. It could cleanse a person's soul and remove evil. It wasn't very aggressive toward normal people, but to evil, it was like a sharp sword.
The majority of the Falk Tribe's orcs still trusted Ferdinand. Since the Holy Light had already descended, it could naturally prove his innocence. Then, Irina had to apologize for what she did.
Connie stared at Ferdinand with reddened eyes as she tightly clenched her fists. Her body was trembling too.
