The priests stared at one another silently as Damian's words continued echoing through their minds like a curse that refused to fade.
Their earlier confidence was gone.
Several priests tightened their grips around their staffs while others struggled to steady their breathing. Even the guardian angels hovering before them looked far less composed than before.
Because Damian's threat did not sound like empty intimidation, it sounded inevitable. That was what truly terrified them.
The hesitation spreading among them became visible.
Within the massive shell of folded angelic wings floating above the battlefield, Gilbert watched the humans coldly through glowing golden eyes. For a brief moment, the archangel remained silent before his voice echoed directly inside Corbin's mind.
'He has planted a seed of doubt within their hearts.'
Corbin's expression darkened immediately.
'Without enough faith, their next attack will be bound to fail.'
