The valley at the bottom of the towering cliff in the midlands of the Teih Continent was silent. Four dead bodies lay half-buried under the dirt and rocks of a small landslide.

All of them stacked on each other, like a corpse slumber party and suffering the aftermath of a bloody pillow fight, as their guts had escaped through their mouths, and their bones shattered like confetti while stiffened grins remained of their vain burials.

Rigathon's body was at the lowest layer of the stack, his pink flesh revealed as his skin and fur had been cooked like bacon due to the excessive Holy Smites that he had failed to endure.

On the second layer was Ravka Grimshaw, the Holy Archivist, with her mouth stuck open but her last moments of pure joy had been captured like a photograph as her chest had been stabbed by a sharp rock that turned her into a blue-haired barbecue.

On the third layer, was the three-year-old Dante, who tried to make a soft landing on someone's crotch, but unfortunately hit Rigathon's protruding knee bone stabbing him, breaking his small infant neck, and making his whole spine resemble a crushed cigarette.

And on top of all of them, the one who had the worst outcome was the Holy Chaplain Knight, Sir Lysander Verinthal, who had gotten what he was looking for, a happy death, one cherished among valued strangers. On his fall, he crunched into a fetus-like position, hoping to limit the damage his physical body would receive from the height, only to showered with large rocks that followed them from the eroding cliff.

After a few days, under the heat and rain, of the Teih Continent's summer weather, a pack of small vulture-like beasts hoped to have a pleasant feast. As the vulture-like beast stretched its wings to begin feeding, the wind from its flapped wings, slightly moved the pages of Sir Lysander's Scriptures.

Flash!

An immense flash of brightness detonated from the Holy Chaplain's book and scared away the little flying rodents. Divine Life energies sourced from the Lysander's scriptures, and made a flowing stream searching for the Chaplain's body.

The Divine energies find all the missing organs and limbs of Sir Lysander. Then they radiate while seeping into the dead knight's flesh. After a few minutes, the Divine Life energies flipped and like a super magnet, reunited all of Sir Lysander's flesh, blood, and bones.

With all of Sir Lysander's body repaired, he opens his eyes, and shivers in horror, then crumples it all up with a release of screaming misery and pain.

"Aaaaargh!" Sir Lysander screamed for hours. His consciousness was still in shock after swimming at the front gates of the Purgatorial dimensions.

After a few more hours of mental recovery and invoking the Vital Surge Invocation to fully heal himself, Sir Lysander grabs his Scriptures and prays for healing for himself.

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He then stands up, stretches his body, and tries to adjust some joints that felt uncomfortable after ghost memories of cracking bones and tearing flesh that made him shudder a little.

He then proceeds to stand before Dante and Ravka, seeing their bodies begin to rot and stink, a moment of doubt came to his mind, but he shook it off remembering his Knightly duties.

He wipes the dust off of his Scriptures and opens it.

"O Divine System, unleash a surge so grand, Revive the fallen with a miraculous hand. Through waves of holy energy, let life flow, Resurrect multiple souls, in your divine glow."

[Miracle Revival Granted]

A tremendous outpouring of radiant energy came from the Scriptures and surged into Dante and Ravka. The Miracle Revival was a Greater Censer-Tier Invocation that unleashed an enormous amount of holy energy that resurrects multiple fallen allies in a single powerful wave.

After more hours of steady prayer and resurrection, Dante and Ravka were successfully revived. Though, their minds needed a whole day to return to normal.

Sir Lysander, the Holy Chaplain Knight rested under the cover of a small cave-like structure that had been created from the debris that fell from the cliff. And continued to pray for Dante and Ravka's full holistic recovery with Vital Surge Invocations and words of encouragement.

And he realized that restraining them was necessary as they attempted to gobble up some of Rigathon's rotting flesh. After several days of healing and rehabilitation, Dante finally shouted, "Hell, yeah!"

He then corrected himself, "I mean, Heaven? Yeah?"

Ravka Grimshaw, whose blue hair had shortened due to the side effect of the resurrection, now had a pixie-cut look that made Dante blush and realize how cute she was.

She stood up after waking from what felt like a long sleep paralytic nightmare. She charged at Dante, drilling his little head hard with her knuckles, and overwhelmed with the utter stupidity of the recent events.

"You little twerp! You got us killed!" she said while crushing Dante in between her chest and arms.

Ravka and Lysander were not aware of it at the time, but during their descent down, Dante with his Blessing of Silent Prayer, had invoked the Blessing Aura Invocation.

The Blessing Aura Invocation was a prayer that radiated an aura of purity and serenity, calming and soothing those nearby. This effect made the three of them feel pure joy and relaxation on their way down to their deaths. Dante probably thought of it as the only thing he could do before their final moments.

And because it was a Silent Invocation, they had no idea it was triggered from the beginning.

"The Blessing Aura, huh?" Sir Lysander tilted his head. "Who knew such a common classless invocation could be used that way?"

He rubbed his forehead while making an expression of disbelief.

In the end, all of them looked up at the sky and felt truly grateful that they were members of the Church of the Holy System. And promised to increase their Tithings as a symbol of their gratitude.

They took what remained of their torn clothing, and mended them, and Sir Lysander made sure to take care of Ravka's dignity and covered her up as what was the bare minimum that was expected from a Holy Knight. More so a Holy Chaplain Knight.

"Come. Let's go back to the East Jagged Port, we can avoid contact with the Jagged Beastmen if we travel light and quickly," Sir Lysander said. But then a moment of curiosity came to his mind about what happened during the Duel.

"Dante?" he asks. "When you told me to shut up and said you were thinking at the time, what were you so hard-pressed on?"

Dante smirked and said, "If we had stayed and fought that horde of beastmen, and possibly won? They would have made me the Jagged Alpha. But after looking at all the female Jagged Beasts, I finally resolved within myself that I'm not a furry."

"What's a furry?" Ravka asked.

Dante patted her on the lower back because he was short and replied confidently, "Not me... Holy Archivist... Not me..."