"No! You dog of the Pseudo God! I curse you! You shall be abandoned by the Divine! Till you lose all your self!"
Accompanied by the reluctant hoarse roar of the Great Sacrificial Rite, the last trace of dark green was purified by the endless radiant white glow.
Afterward, the sunlight slowly faded away, revealing the blond, young Bishop within it.
Despite the victory, his condition was not truly unscathed.
At this moment, his eyes, radiating holy white light, showed a slight hint of pain. That stern young face and the simple black robe stitched with golden threads were now tainted with extremely stubborn dark green alien patterns.
These patterns continuously eroded his spirit, as if wanting to completely drag his mind into madness.
The Purple Moon in the sky reappeared. After being cleansed by two terrifying powers, the blue night sky seemed utterly translucent, not even a speck of dust remained.
