If it wasn't for the passive aura of the Errant himself serving as a protective shield over the surroundings for miles, along with the drums and dance of the Anaelle filling them with feverish courage, nearly everyone present would have succumbed to the pressure.
The Arcanists especially would have gone unconscious immediately from the sheer pressure of the world.
Finn's voice continued to resound clearly across the vast expanse, reaching everyone's ears with clarity.
As he reached the final words of his chant and clasped his hands together, the groaning from reality became terrible. This world did not naturally permit divine power because it could not sustain the superior energy of faith. Yet Finn was forcing a use of it, or at least something closest to it, to the point where the world was violently protesting against the strain.
