Flee

A wave of magic oscillation silently spread outward.

Originally the people beneath were scattering about, trying to dodge the splattered holy light from the barrier. The entire Havenwright had become chaotic and violent.

But... Once Grant made his move, something miraculous happened.

It was as if time flowed backward; the downpouring holy light froze in the air for a few seconds before it retracted back along its original trail, eventually merging back with the holy light the barrier once again.

The priests that stood beside him all let out sighs of relief.

"... As expected from His Highness."

In the blink of an eye, all the holy light that had been spilled rejoined the barrier. As for the spot where the fist and the barrier had soon collided, its gleaming light has soon dimmed before completely subsiding.

The hanging waterfall had also disappeared, revealing a partially demolished city wall as well as the layer of golden barrier that Grant had just repaired.