“Rebels need to be eliminated.” Jaharn spoke in Kanas, and even though the people didn’t understand, they could understand what his glare meant.

“N.. No! You mustn't kill them, that will only provoke their families and friends!” Karlen pleaded with Jaharn.

“That is not the way of Kanas. We can control, but only when people want it. If they do not want the Empire, the Empire does not want them. Once last chance for them, tell them to either leave this land and return north to their country, or die.” Jaharn half-sheathed his sword as he stepped aside to let Karlen speak.

“Sir in the back, it’s true I’m from Einzalt, but I’ve spoken with the emperor of Kanas, I am their translator because they don’t speak our West Common. Please choose wisely, our Team Leader Jaharn has given you an ultimatum. Go north to Jusla, or you die here!” Near the end of his words he began shouting.

“I’ll never accept rule from any emperor or king, and I won’t leave this land that birthed me. You’d better kill me, and all the people here!” He shouted back as the crowd tightened, ready to charge.

“I guess they chose the latter?” Jaharn spoke without a hint of emotion.

“Yes.” Karlen answered with grief.

“I see. Do it quickly, let the others within the town see our power so they don’t dare do this again.” Jaharn nodded towards Flaut.

Nodding back, he put his hand together and started chanting.

“The darkness within life, the light within death, gather those thoughts, and release as enlightenment!” A large rune resembling a meandering river appeared above the crowd.

Gasping in shock, they tried to retreat, only to be blocked by an invisible wall.

“What in Nazeu’s name is this?” Small books appeared above the people’s heads as they flipped through the pages.

Some of them took longer to flip through than others, yet before long, the book which had taken the longest, belonging to the older man, had finished.

In unison, they all disappeared.

“W.. What was that!?” They began shouting to Karlen.

“I’m deeply sorry, this can be considered my fault, but you should’ve just left.” He bowed.

Storms gathered above the town, rumbling grew louder as lightning flashed.

“What is this? Divine Retribution? But we did nothing wrong, dear Nazauya, I beg you to protect us!” A young woman dressed in black clothes like a nun knelt as she prayed.

“Huh? You can even control something like lightning?” Karlen gawked. He, who wasn’t very religious, naturally didn’t see it as Divine Retribution, but as it was, simple, yet extraordinary lightning.

“It’s just a matter of elemental spirits. He is of the Electric-Light spirit, while I am of the Fire-Dark spirit. Although Flauts is a bit rarer with his Electricity, we both have compound elemental spirits. Most of our Garrison does in fact, but there aren’t many who have the Light or Dark spirit, and even less who have compounds with them. Lord Mogus has the Dark-Light spirit, he’s said to be a rarity only seen in tens of thousands of years.” Jaharn spoke with extreme respect and reverence towards Mogus.

“Then.. What is His Majesty’s spirit?” Karlen asked carefully.

“His Majesty? His Majesty’s royal bloodline grants the spirit of Space. At least.. That’s what I heard from Lord Mogus and the Noble Excellencies.” Rubbing the stubble on his chin, he stared at the lightning slowly gathering.

“Ah!” A shriek from the nun arose as she pointed at the sky behind Karlen.

This alarmed everyone as they turned to look.

In the distance above the water Kan-Celeste was approaching, growing larger with every passing second.

“His Majesty is finally here, we must hurry and clear the area, Ashin, take the others and go, we’ll be fine here.”

“Yes!” The demon who joked around with Flaut performed a salute as they all rode out separately removing and people who were in the designated area.

“The gods have appeared! This is doomsday!” The nun madly shrieked with wide eyes as she spat everywhere.

“None of you listened when the Father spoke of doomsday. Now.. Now all of you shall be judged and sent to hell! Hahahahah!” Her bloodshot eyes looked past everyone.

Although these people weren’t believers of the Nazauya church and had even petitioned to dismantle the church unsuccessfully. Once they encountered something like Kan-Celeste that floated in the air, and these strange people who could use magics like wizards, they seemed to instantly turn religious as they fell to their knees and prayed under the mad gaze of the nun.

“Ahahah! You hypocrites! I knew you’d do this!” She spat at them in disdain as she grew conceited.

Turning to Karlen she spoke arrogantly with a glint of madness, “Hmph! Let us out now children, the Gods are arriving and your petty witch-craft won’t save you. Repent now!”

“It seems you’re misunderstanding something Sister. That is the city in which our emperor resides.” Karlen said with slight schadenfreude.

“What is that nonsense, an emperor or what not is not a god!” Still not seeming convinced she stared at the city with excitement.

“Since His Majesty is here, we’ll wait for him to give the sentence, after all, they are his new subjects.” Flaut was about to dispel the spell but flinched at a voice.

“There’s no need, I don’t need disobedient subjects like these, especially those who worship fictional beings for support, yet, despite praying for decades, obtaining nothing.” It spoke softly and firmly, yet everyone heard it beside their ears, even those inside the city, who heard it in West Common.

Despite not being there, Jaharn and Flaut both bowed to the city as the lightning rumbled.

A flash of lightning quickly descended as it cleanly connected with the nuns head, instantly flaying her skin before turning her to dust, not even leaving the bones.

In turn, several bolts cascaded from the black clouds straight onto the others.

“Huh? Is the lightning based on the books that appeared above their heads?” Karlen turned to Jaharn.

“Yes, the book read everything they were guilty of since birth, of course, everyone is guilty of something, but the more things they have done, the slower their death, and the more powerful the strike. That nun was in the above-average range. What I’m really curious about is how that man, who took the longest to read, will be punished.” Karlen hurriedly tried to find the man who threw the pitchfork.

He was currently sitting in disbelief, his face pale, he stared at his townsfolk getting struck down one by one. Seeming to feel something, his hair stood straight up as he looked towards the sky.