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It was as if the breath of the icy sea from the far north had seized the audience chamber.
The aura Reed exuded was one of extreme cold, and even he himself was not exempt from its encroaching chill.
He felt as though his extremities were freezing pale, losing all sensation.
Maintaining the world required an immense amount of sanctity.
Since ‘Strict Order and Goodness’ had lost their divinity, the current Serentra Continent relied on the sanctity of ‘The World-Building Word’ for its preservation.
The faith in ‘The World-Building Word’ was not yet fully established on the Serentra Continent, so sanctity could only be channeled through a special medium.
Up until now, it had been like drawing water through a single, thin but sturdy channel connected to an infinite source.
But now, that sole channel had been shattered.
The situation that could be inferred from the phenomenon was clear. Hilde spoke through her sobs.
“Perhaps Her Holiness the Holy Scripture has…”
“Enough.”