A radiant beam of golden light pierced the sky, emanating from the heart of Santos City. It was a spectacle that drew the eyes of all who beheld it, sparking a flurry of speculation.
"Could it be emanating from the Palace of Saint Thomas? Or perhaps the main hall of the Holy Libra Church?" pondered Ryan as he stepped out of the cabin, his gaze fixed on the distant luminosity. The light bore a majestic and daunting energy, unlike anything he had felt before. It was an amalgam of forces, both familiar and utterly foreign.
Whatever the source, Ryan knew instinctively that it surpassed ordinary powers, transcending the realms of third or even fourth level beings.
"Could it be the Sacred Scales?" he mused, the thought surfacing swiftly among the whirl of possibilities.
On the island, the known formidable forces were Princess Drop of Water and Pope Libra, both renowned level four entities. Yet, the idea of hidden powers lingered, undisclosed and potent.