The Power of Faith cannot resurrect the dead.
But it resolved the crisis that the City of Light faced at this moment quite effectively.
This torrent of light surged far into the distance, devouring all traces of Dawn Belief lingering under the sky, and paved the path forward with thousands of the beasts' corpses lying across the miles.
And the one who controlled this force.
Was Xu Shuo.
Yet also not Xu Shuo.
It was the will and consciousness of the Power of Faith, the collective belief of countless beings dormant through unknown ages, or in simpler terms—
The God of Light Himself.
Having the prior experience of conversing with a possessed entity in some orphanage, Xu Shuo did not consciously suppress or resist the thoughts he felt emanating from the Statue of Light.
After all, he was rather curious about what exactly a deity might be.
But now, upon reflection.
It seemed that deities weren't all that special?
