The moment the Divine Oakstaff appeared, everything around it seemed to lose its luster.
Even the blazing sun hanging high in the sky was suddenly obscured by a veil of clouds, as though it were afraid of the divine radiance emanating from the staff.
Alan slammed the staff heavily into the ground. In an instant, the fire element stirred up by his staff-sword blazed brighter, its color sharpening into a dazzling golden hue.
Under the influence of the Divine Oakstaff, the mundane flames were directly elevated—transformed into sacred fire infused with light element.
But Alan hadn't released these elements for show.
Once more, he raised the staff-sword in his hand, swinging it in swift arcs. One after another, radiant blades burst forth.
Light Sword Spell!
These light swords were unlike the ones he had conjured before. They no longer focused on sheer sharpness, but carried an overwhelming sense of heat and holiness—making them significantly more destructive.
