The renunciation ritual began…
It was an overwhelming display of holy magic that defied all mortal logic.
The sheer volume of divine energy housed within the Saintess's body suddenly erupted outward.
A massive, roaring pillar of pure, liquid white light tore through the ceiling of the cathedral, completely engulfing the ancient woman on the dais.
The holy energy didn't disperse into the air; it flowed like a reversed waterfall, violently siphoning out of the Saintess's chest and pouring directly into the massive weeping marble statue of the Goddess.
The physical toll of the renunciation was immediate and shocking...
As the divine energy left her, the Saintess's flowing, luminescent white hair which was the undeniable hallmark of the Goddess's chosen began to darken from the roots downward.
'...'
Serra didn't know what to say or think…
In a matter of seconds, the pure white locks turned a stark, inky, mortal black.
