The moment Kent tore apart the demon prince, the mountaintop underwent a stunning transformation. The ritual fire flared with golden brilliance, sending radiant beams into the night sky. The air itself seemed to hum with divine energy as golden flowers began to rain from the heavens, their petals swirling like blessings from another divine place.
Drums and flutes echoed from above, a melody so otherworldly that it silenced the battlefield. The remaining demons, already fleeing in terror, stumbled and fell as the golden light bathed the mountain.
"Behold!" cried Sage Paras, his voice breaking with emotion. He fell to his knees and began kowtowing with fervent devotion. "Oh mighty God of Order, show your kindness and bless us with your divine grace!"