"Saint! You mustn't!" the Knight Captain cried out in alarm, trying to stop her.
"Move!" Elizabeth's voice was filled with a reckless determination as she even tried to channel her power.
However, the moment she raised her hand, she staggered. Her face instantly grew even paler, and a fine sheen of cold sweat broke out on her brow.
The toll from ringing the Morning Star Bell was far greater than she had imagined. Her soul and body felt as if they had been hollowed out. Forcing herself to act now only brought waves of searing pain and emptiness.
Just then, a calm voice cut through the din, reaching her ears with perfect clarity:
"You're in no condition to fight, Elizabeth."
It was Murphy.
He was still dozens of meters away, carrying out rescues, but his gaze remained fixed on the altar.
A white Mana tentacle had just coiled around another person who had fallen into the water.
