''Holy Saint Tree of Blessing!"
Sir Perceval shouted, and immediately following his shout, a humongous holy tree rose from the ground and grew at an alarming rate. Glowing spirits like angels chorused harmoniously around it. Then an altar rose from where Sir Perceval was standing. The apparition of the illusionary beings looking like gods resting in the Holy Saints' Tree slowly awakened and granted the paladin protection.
Under the sanctuary of divine light, the frightening man pointed his sword at Alice and was about to release the most insane attack he had ever unleashed under the pressure of fear.
With his blood as tempering, his bones as the structure, and a branch of the Holy Saints' Tree as a blessing, he gained an enormous strength for a short period.
An golden sword appeared in front of him; looking at the impeccable sword, Sir Perceval felt invisible.
'I can win this fight.'
The birth of the Judgement' Sword convinced