All the residents in the city, upon witnessing the spectacle in the sky, were so frightened that they ran back into their homes.
Only the clergy of the Noah Church and the legionnaires of Nolan City remained on watch outside, though their faces were extraordinarily grave.
This was an unprecedented enemy for Nolan City.
If they were in their own world, there would be nothing to fear; after all, they had the backing of Lord Pope. But in this otherworld, they could only rely on themselves.
And Archbishop Xius seemed somewhat abnormal.
His expression switched between calm, fervent, and terrifying, like a patient suffering from split personality disorder. Yet no one dared to point out the Archbishop's issues.
"There's no need to fear, Archbishop Aieran, we're adequately prepared, aren't we?"
The priest placed his hand on the Archbishop's back, his tone even.
His hand seemed to possess a strange magic, steadying Aieran's spirit significantly.