The moment I raised the mace above my head, the divinity bestowed upon me by Armadi began to surge.

It was an order of magnitude stronger and purer than the divinity I possessed.

The overwhelming energy was more than enough for my insufficient body.

Normally, I wouldn’t be able to control the flow of such power.

In fact, I would have screamed in agony from the chaotic movements of that energy.

But not now. Grandpa was controlling the divinity that resided within me.

I knew Grandpa was incredible.

I had seen his tales of heroism, experienced his power, and followed …