Lucy felt a surge of strength as the goddess's holy power filled her. The healing extended beyond mere restoration, granting her an entirely new sensation.

The Abyss, which had once weighed heavily in her hand, now felt significantly lighter.

“So this is the goddess’s holy buff? I’m nothing compared to this...!” Arsil marveled, stepping forward. She glanced hopefully at Nydrian’s body, but the archer’s corpse remained rigid. With sorrowful eyes, Arsil finally turned away.

Recovered from her concussion, Tigria unfurled her scroll of knowledge and took to the air, her entire body brimming with magical energy.

“I feel stronger than …