The Knight Captain gritted his teeth. He didn't dare touch her, so all he could do was fight harder to block the increasingly dense volley of stray attacks.
He could sense that something was terribly wrong with the Saint, but duty bound him to protect her until he received explicit orders or she recovered on her own.
In the distance, Murphy glanced over again. He had just used his white Mana to carefully transfer several civilians trapped on a listing rooftop to higher ground.
His brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.
Elizabeth's condition was clearly more than simple exhaustion.
'A suspicion began to form in his mind.'
'That bell... The price to ring it was likely far greater than anyone imagined.'
BOOM!
To the rear of the altar, a section of the foundation, already weakened by lightning strikes, finally groaned under the relentless assault of the floodwaters.
