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At that very moment, the reactions across the human world split into two.
“Your Holiness the Saint!”
“Ailette!”
Some cried out her name like a scream.
“…”
Others swallowed their cries with their breath.
Whether they knew Ailette Rodeline personally or only by reputation, their reactions were identical. It made no difference whether they hailed from the Ragneif Arcane Republic, the Vinchester Kingdom, or the Hispenril Principality.
Even the Elfenheim Papal State, in this fleeting moment, shared the same desperate and urgent emotion.
The skies of the human world remained cloaked in unbroken dark clouds, encircling the earth and menacing it with the promise of an imminent deluge.
Everyone instinctively knew it: the outcome of this battle would determine whether the calamity of the great flood would finally fade or be unleashed.
In essence, the Saint—who now stood alone against the demon king—was the bulwark shielding the human world from disaster.
Thus, they could not simply stand by helplessly as she faced a moment of life-and-death peril.
Driven…