Elune, You Don't Want... Right?

For a moment, Tyrande thought that she was hearing things. What kind of joke was this?! An evil demon praying to the great Elune?!

Intense anger surged in Tyrande's heart. In her opinion, her faith had been blasphemed, so she couldn't help cursing, using the marketplace slang of the night elves. The general idea was to curse that Roy would die from the most poisonous snake bites. Even cursing had to carry elegant metaphors. This was the characteristic of elves.

But Roy didn't understand at all, nor did he need to understand. Of course, he knew where Tyrande's anger came from, but what seemed inconceivable to Tyrande was quite plausible to Roy.

Ever since he broke through to the Deadly Sin level and obtained the perspective of a high-dimensional observer, Roy realized that gods like Elune, who could send miracles anywhere at any time, should have similar abilities as him. Every time their names were called, they could sense it and look over.