On a street within the capital of [Hadarat], Apu, who had escaped, covered the pierced wound on his left shoulder and stopped in a shadowy alley, blood continuously dripping from his wound, staining his dark leather armor red.
With a furrow in his brow, Apu activated the Healing Divine Skill to heal the wound, but he could still feel the remnants of the shattered bullet fragments inside his body.
"This body is truly too weak..." Apu muttered to himself with a frown, as a powerfully potent six-ring clergyman; he had never imagined that one day he would be reduced to such a state.
If it weren't for the power of the holy emblem, he would have probably died by now.
And this holy emblem, crafted from the knucklebone of the first saint, was placed within the church to accumulate the faith of the Believers, aiding in the casting of even more powerful Divine Arts.
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