What the hell is this!
The Power of Faith that my own believers painstakingly collected for me, shockingly transformed into someone else's form the instant it was released?
As the master of this Power of Faith, he felt everything just now with exceptional clarity.
The Power of Faith composed divine arts he unleashed, like a child seeing its mother, completely subdued by the opposing force.
Almost instantly, it slipped entirely from his control.
It was as if something tightly held in his hand was forcibly snatched away, leaving a painful friction in the palm from where it had slipped.
And it wasn't just his divine arts; even the Power of Faith within him and his connection with believers seemed unsteady in the face of those golden-green forces around him.
Based on the feedback from faith, it seemed like this perfectly composed enemy was more fitting for the title of "Death God," with a deeper mastery over death.
He had experienced similar feelings before.
