He was dead.
After months of arrogance and persecuting the Dawn Sect, the God of Nobles was dead.
Under everyone's gaze, he was blown apart by a single punch.
His death was so swift and unexpected, so devoid of dignity.
The bloody scene caused the crowd below to erupt, unable to stay quiet, as ecstatic shouts reverberated through the air.
And Lide, indifferently floating above in the sky, became an image forever etched in everyone's memories.
This was the true Divine!
God of Nobles? Nonsense, what was the God of Nobles worth? All the prior bluster, and yet, he was blown apart by a single punch?
The surging crowd saw the devout followers of the Dawn kneeling in madness, their eyes fervently fixed on the figure in the sky.
This was their worshipped Divine, appearing at the last moment, when all hope had been lost.
And he appeared with such overwhelming and almost rebellious dominance, using the life of a Divine as a sacrifice to declare to everyone that the king had returned.
