Weakness

Clouds blotted the sky. Silence in the deep grey heaven and earth. Countless corpses littered the ground for miles in all directions. A deep crater bore into the ground at the center of it all.

Dust, smoke, and wisps of blood rose from the now-barren land. The souls of the dead wept as the thunder rumbled above as though the will of Arcadia felt pity and infuriated. Only saints survived the shockwaves of a battle that lasted for half a day, as those below the saint realm could barely lift a finger under the pressure of twelve superimposed yet clashing domains, let alone try and flee. The normal soldiers were nothing but a flock of sheep to the slaughter, but it wasn't like Leonardo and company cared one bit about them.

"You shameless- PFFT!" The saints of House Samuel and House Issac spat blood from rage. The military power of their armies had been crippled, and they couldn't possibly engage in any secular warfare in the future.