As if on a canvas, the pillars of various colors merged to form a dark brown hue that shined upon the city. Its radiance, although similar to the shade of feces, was mesmerizing if one was not narrow-minded.
Following the merge of the twenty altars, the powers of the blessings became more pronounced, granting the user an improved connection to divinity itself, albeit faint.
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"That's the place, right?" Jeff inquired, to which Stanley nodded. They stared at the field, atop which hundreds of humans fought against a single demon. "And I thought it would be easy now that his powers had been sealed."
The leader of the team of holiness sighed before shaking his head. He then motioned towards the elderly man to follow behind.
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