C221 The Unsheathed Sword

The Holy Sword's strike was halted mid-swing, as if an ultimate space, impenetrable even by divine forces, had barred its path.

It was... his Divine Court!

Denley stood unflinching. Despite the Holy Sword's formidable power, it was as if it were nothing to him, as though he were ensconced in a sacred garden, a bastion of virtue where no mortal could trespass.

"Karl..."

His gaze found me