Aldrian looked at the destruction caused by his heavenly lightning and sighed as he felt the power of faith begin to gather from the city's populace. It was still not as strong as Caritas, but it had started pouring in. He could see a small number of the second prince's troops, perhaps a hundred or so, who had survived because they were quick to escape the lightning storm ground. After all, they had been positioned at the outermost area.
He watched as they frantically ran or even flew in the opposite direction of the city, trying to get as far away as possible. These people would also spread his fame, further increasing his power of faith.
Fortunately, he had arrived in time. If not, the city would have lost all of its high-ranking cultivators, as Vasco was practically unstoppable without Baroness Weilmar here.
