The girl's aura was oppressive, and the priests could feel the aura around her growing more powerful with each of her steps.
"Who is she?" one of the priests whispered, voice trembling.
They didn't know the exact identity of the woman, only realizing that she was someone powerful from the Eastern Continent.
"Does it matter?" another snapped, though his voice betrayed his fear. "We must subdue her now!"
Another priest nodded, clenching his fist tightly, "All our actions represent the Goddess now. We can't run away disgracefully!"
They began chanting in unison, invoking the divine powers bestowed upon them by the Holy Empire.
Golden light enveloped them as many holy sigils appeared in the air.
The ship's deck cracked under the weight of the Priests whose bodies grew heavier as if they were carrying a heavy burden with gravity becoming stronger around them.