Yet within those sinister blood-red eyes, a beam of white holy light shot straight into the sky. In terms of purity alone, it was in no way weaker than Arya's golden radiance.

The two holy lights, one from above and one from below, collided in midair. Then slowly, they began to merge.

On the ground below, the dust dispersed, revealing Andrew's figure standing tall. Even though blood stained the corner of his mouth, his aura only surged higher as the holy light he had unleashed carried him skyward in a powerful rush.

He raised his sword and slashed at Arya again, roaring, "Die!"

However, Arya paid no attention to the strike Andrew had unleashed and instead stared with confusion at the holy light he'd just released. It was the same source of power as the Cathedral's, belonging to the God of Light himself.

Arya could not understand why and wondered how this devil could possibly do such a thing. After all, someone as evil as him should be consumed and devoured by the holy light's bac