"Playing tricks and acting spooky!"
The Heretical Inquisitor shouted.
Grudge Power erupted from his body, waves of warped energy swept around him as he tried to fend off the other party while simultaneously escaping upwards.
He still felt deeply unsettled and incredulous.
Wasn't that person a believer of the Holy Court?
Within the entirety of the Holy Court, aside from the Heresy Tribunal intentionally cultivating executioners who operated in darkness, which Light believer didn't rely on the Power of Light to fight? Even their magic was all light-based!
But what was this boundless and oppressive darkness?
Could the Pope of Light be a special existence?
No!
Was this person truly the Pope of Light?
In this darkness, the Heretical Inquisitor could sense an aura of darkness more oppressive, more despairingly profound than even what clung to him!
It caused inexplicable panic and dread to bloom in his heart.
It felt as if—he was facing "the Abyss"!
