Upon seeing the divine incarnation covered in wounds, all present felt a peculiar wind surge, a bright white aurora flashing past, and all the anguish dissipated at that moment.
That was Ilmat, the God of Tears, the Lord of Fortitude, filled with kindness and compassion, a deity who frequently took upon Himself the suffering of mortals.
"My friends, the disaster that tormented the living has just ended, and the enemy from the Abyss has thus been vanquished.
This should be a time to pray for blessings for the innocents who lost their lives in this tragedy. Why turn your swords on each other?"
The voice of Ilmat, soft as a weeping tone, floated around the ears of those gathered like a breath of spring or a bath of holy water, significantly calming their minds.
The Heavenly Legion simultaneously lowered their weapons, looking reverently towards the distant incarnation of Ilmat, praising in unison.
"Praise be to the God of Tears."