What made this harsh land fertile was the massive storm clouds. The lightning within those clouds drove away countless evils. Lastly, the winds, which moved along with the lightning, swept away the remaining filth.

The storm is a guardian that watches over us.

. . .

Boom!!

"Kugh!!"

Aswell blocked the crashing lightning with his holy sword and gazed up at the being that reigned in the sky. A considerable amount of time had already passed, but he had yet to successfully land a single attack.

No, it wasn't even about attacking; merely defending himself took all his focus.

'This …