The transformative power stemming from that final step was felt most deeply by the resident followers.
The other end of the faith connection had transformed from a small flame into a blazing sun.
The impact it brought was unparalleled.
Lear's gaze was subtle as he watched the fervently praying followers in the square.
The aftereffects of this event would likely persist for a long time.
While pondering, he summoned Isa.
Soon, the leader of the Dark Night Elves arrived with long strides, and upon seeing him, her gaze became even more fervent than that of the followers.
She knelt on one knee, the proud elf bowing with the most humble and devout posture.
"Welcome, great and immortal Sovereign, the eternal light of the swamp!"
Lear nodded slowly.
"Rise, there is no need for such formality."
"Guard Katana well, your deeds will not be forgotten."
Isa bowed her head even lower.
"I do not dare to claim credit. Serving you is our highest honor!"
Lear smiled but didn't say more.
