The Clash of Magic and Faith
As the spirits of sky and earth danced,
Isabelle’s spirit magic and Teresia’s corrupted divine power collided head-on.
"DIE! DIE! DIE!"
The power wielded by Teresia, now a Dark High Priestess,
was no longer divine.
It was curses and hatred, stronger than black magic itself.
It looked pure, radiant, almost tempting to touch—
But the moment it touched anything, it would corrupt, twist, and dissolve it into nothingness.
