The High Priest of the Ryfkin Church shielded his face and fell to one knee as he bore witness to bolts of Divine Lightning raining down upon several individuals within the Prince's Hall.

Seyka had just invoked Divine Judgment, and her Lord's wrath targeted those who had shown her the greatest disrespect. Not all, but most of the offenders were reduced to nothing. Among the disintegrated Souls were the impolite minister, one of the insolent guards who had escorted her, several mocking Nobles, three of the Priests aligned with Daphne, the imposter's brother, and even a Saint Candidate who had dared to laugh.

Yet that was not the end.

Supreme God Izranaga's own judgment followed, far more terrifying in its manifestation. Where the wrath of Seyka's Patron Lord had only annihilated, Izranaga's retribution did not just destroy, it mutilated and cursed. Limbs were torn away, and bodies twisted under Divine maledictions and curses.

The Ryfkin High Priest gasped aloud, horror etched across his face, as all the senior Clergy, save for the High Priest of the Izranaga Church, were consumed by a blinding flash of Divine Light. Their bodies disintegrated instantly, leaving no trace behind. It was unmistakable. This was the Divine power of Supreme God Izranaga.

The High Priest had never suspected that Seyka bore the Blessing of one of the most infamous Supreme Gods of their world.

The High Priest of Izranaga's own Church was now kneeling, grievously injured. His left arm was gone, and his face had been disfigured to the point of recognition, a clear sign of a Divine curse, undoubtedly bestowed by Izranaga himself.

There was a very good reason for Izranaga's fearsome reputation. He was known to punish Mortals, Celestials and Gods alike, without distinction.

Seyka turned with a serene smile toward the Queen Consort, who now trembled on her knees, weeping softly.

"Well, Queen Consort," Seyka said coolly, "why do you not laugh now? I suppose it is rather difficult without your tongue. Fear not. You shall have it back in a week. Izranaga is feeling generous. Your womb, however, may not return. His Majesty shall need to find someone else to warm his bed. Should he choose to use a different orifice of yours, we might consider removing that along with his cock. Still, we shall leave you your mouth. You may use it freely, like the worthless whore you are."

Seyka's eyes turned cold and she hissed before adding, "Have you forgotten that Lady Seyka is my Avatar? Or did you willfully choose to ignore it? As for you, insignificant members of the Clergy, Izranaga has no need of Followers who kneel before a Mortal rather than Lord Schester. Go now and feed the Malverus Fungus in his Hellish Dimension. You swore allegiance to the Lord, and yet you chose to spite him."

The Ryfkin High Priest turned his gaze away, unwilling to witness what befell the remaining clergy. He had only heard legends about Izranaga's Hellish Dimension—a Divine Prison the infamous Deity shared with a handful of other feared Supreme Gods.

Despite the screams of terror filling the Hall, Seyka did not relent. She turned her gaze upon the Knights who had attacked her earlier. Still kneeling, they now pleaded desperately for their lives.

The Ryfkin High Priest opened his mouth, ready to beg for their pardon, but Seyka scoffed.

"Forgiveness? You attacked the High Priest of a Church under the dominion of Lord Schester. There is no forgiveness for such an act. You shall be sent to Selensko's Crow. You may beg his pardon for the next centuries as he tortures you."

The High Priest inhaled sharply as he watched her cast a Spell that should have been impossible to wield, unless one belonged to the Dark Lord's Flock. Selensko was, after all, the God of Darkness. It was deeply unsettling.

Only moments ago, she had spoken as a Divine Avatar with the voice of her Goddess. Now she seemed something else entirely.

The High Priest trembled. Saint Seyka wielded powers that no one of her standing should possess.

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She transformed before his very eyes into a luminous figure with flowing blonde hair, clad in a resplendent gown of white, silver, and gold, interwoven with streaks of pale blue—clearly the vestments of one belonging to Izranaga's Flock.

It defied all understanding.

Her body radiated with Celestial Magic, casting fear into the hearts of all who watched her in the Prince's Hall.

Seyka then turned toward the Ryfkin High Priest and extended a hand.

Suddenly, he was enveloped in a comforting warmth. Magic surrounded him, and he looked down to see that his injuries had vanished entirely. In fact, he felt better than he ever had before.

He stared at Seyka in awe, yet she remained silent, smiling faintly.

Something was very wrong.

No Avatar of a mid-tier God had ever wielded so many distinct forms of magic at once.

The Prince and his court remained paralyzed in terror. They should have known better. Lord Schester held a far too high position within the Blood Lords' Churches to be insulted or belittled. He had been elevated by the Master of Blood Lords himself.

One could expect nothing less than a fate worse than death when offending either of the two.

While the survivors of the Prince's court shivered in fear, Seyka merely smiled, seeming pleased with herself.

She had purged several sources of corruption and Malevolence. Now, she needed only to cleanse the castle as thoroughly as possible. On her way here, she had already encountered numerous individuals corrupted to the core. Most of them had low Mana, which made it only worse.

She knew that some of those would not survive her purification Spell and would disintegrate, but there was no alternative if she was to save as many as she could.

The lower a person's Mana, the more rapidly they succumbed to corruption after contamination.

While Malevolence and corruption targeted first those with abundant Mana, drawn to their rich magical energy, it spread more quickly in weaker and lower class vessels where there was little resistance and less Mana to contaminate.

Seyka stood still for a moment, inhaled deeply, then summoned her Purification Staff.

Raising it high, she began magically tracing intricate Pentagrams and Sigils in the air. As her power gathered, the symbols shimmered, glowing with sacred force. At last, she released her magic. Within seconds, the entire castle was engulfed in radiant light.

Seyka paused briefly, frowning as her thoughts began to race.

The castle was deeply contaminated with both Malevolence and corruption. Narrowing the focus of her Spell to just this area would leave few survivors as it would disintegrate most the people present in the castle. There was just too much corruption concentrated here.

She made a swift decision. She was to extend the reach of her Divine Ritual beyond the castle grounds and spread it across the entire Royal Region. That would allow her to remove more corruption and Malevolence without disintegrating too many contaminated beings.

Divine Magic surged outward, touching far more Souls than before. Many were cleansed of the corruption excess afflicting them. Others, who were far beyond salvation, were disintegrated in a burst of Holy Light.

Seyka felt the presence of millions of Souls whom her Divine Magic was gradually reaching and cleansing.

The feeling was simply overwhelming. But it had to be done. The survival of the others depended on her ability to contain the Royal Region's deep corruption.

This was too much, she realized suddenly. She was pushing herself beyond what her body could take. She recalled her mother's advice to summon the Anti-Corruption Spirits of Dark and Darkness instead. Unlike the Light Element, which corruption and Malevolence sought to devour, Dark and Darkness were feared, especially the kind her mother wielded.

For reasons she did not fully comprehend, the Spirits summoned by her mother Saint Sylia invoked terror even among corrupted Celestials, Spirits, and Gods.

Seyka slowly ended her Ritual and called forth the Dark and Darkness Spirits aligned with her mother's Flock.

They responded at once and began immediately purging the corruption in the Royal Region.

Seyka knew they would proceed carefully and slowly. Should they act too quickly, the death toll would be immense. The corruption in the United Kingdoms was far worse than even in Nagasmar, which was infamous as the most Mana-polluted and corrupted land on the continent.

This paradox surprised her.

Perhaps the answer lay in the permanent presence of two Godly Saints, Sylia and Mathias, in Nagasmar. Their continual battle against corruption likely explained the unexpected 'purity' of that area. Seyka strongly suspected that not only were they actively destroying corruption and Malevolence, but their very presence repelled those.

The surrounding countries, by contrast, had absorbed more than their share of corruption and Malevolence as they absorbed the repelled portion from Nagasmar.

That, she thought, was likely the reason for her being sent here. Several of her siblings had been dispatched to neighboring countries already. Dreyzekan Kingdoms were likely among the last countries that had not yet received the presence of one of Saint Sylia or Saint Mathias's children.

And now the United Kingdoms had one now, though they did not seem pleased about it.

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