Old Man Ban's Transformation

Old Man Ban's demeanor was different.

Blue Divine Power emanated freely from his body, and he wielded a greatsword that looked too heavy to carry with effortless grace.

"[Oh, no!]"

"Ponemkin?"

As Balam and Lucifer, flustered, split apart to dodge the greatsword.

Old Man Ban approached me with terrifying speed and hoisted me onto his shoulder.

"Ban! What in the...!"

"[Later. Chosen of Lilia. For now, let's focus on escaping.]"

This bizarre resonance, a mix of divine speech and Human Language.

My eyes widened...