I stood beside the incarnation of Holy Light, giving the stage over to him.
"Don't mind me, please continue, leader."
"You've chosen to side with justice, George, a wise choice indeed."
"Of course, I am the cunning Inquisitor."
The God of Holy Light continued his judgment, but before the Holy Spear could fall, my Dimglow Sword had already pierced the incarnation's back, transfixing him. A wound of the void was torn open on the body of the god, and his divine power was gradually dissipating.
"George? Why?"
"Ah ha, sorry, I too have my own justice. You wanted to kill Gallaron, so I went ahead and killed Raymond, who wanted to kill my brother."
The incarnation of Holy Light tried to counterattack, but I had already turned into a shadow, like a persistent malady clinging to his back. His struggles grew weaker, his radiance faded, and Raymond descended to the ground.
"I am sorry, George. The power of the Ten Locks, the incarnation, it will correct my mind."
