A scorching Fireball flew into the group of Ratmen and exploded, instantly igniting the grime-covered gray-black fur of the Ratmen.
What was the saying?
Heavy fur is weak to fire.
The flames spread rapidly among the huddled rats.
The oils secreted by these incompletely evolved beasts to maintain their fur were natural accelerants, and the rats’ screams filled the night sky.
They could have avoided those burning comrades.
But they were simply too crowded.
The Stormvermin behind used their halberds to push them forward, and Mia in front used her Prayer to push them back.
The Ratmen watched helplessly as their tightly packed companions passed the flames onto them.
This was adding insult to injury for the already chaotic Ratman troops.
The Clanrats and slave rats began to retreat again, but were immediately pushed back up by the cold-blooded Stormvermin.
The leaders of the Ratmen believed one thing.
There is nothing that cannot be submerged by a rat tide.
Death is the cornerstone of victory.
If humans kill one Ratman, two, five, ten more will come squeaking and swarming in.
The rat tide shrank for a moment, then came rolling back again.
After all, the killing range of Fireball was limited.
Casting it once would burn a dozen or so Ratmen at most.
Even if those Ratmen could spread the flames, the number of Ratmen that could be harmed was extremely limited compared to the entire Ratman army.
It was only because the width of the street was limited that these Ratmen paused for a moment.
The limited width not only hindered the Ratmen’s attack but also greatly hindered Mia’s efforts, making it difficult for her to see how much her Prayer had achieved.
Mia seized this moment to try to quickly catch up with the fleeing group, which was already some distance away.
But the Ratmen were faster than humans.
Mia realized that if she just kept running, the Ratman army’s pursuit would engulf everyone.
She had to cause more obstruction to the Ratmen.
She focused her energy on the sacred seal again, but the offensive Prayer she wanted to cast was not Ignite or Fireball.
Mia was already certain that individual will could influence the effect of a Prayer.
So, what is a Prayer?
A religious ritual where religious people silently pray their wishes to a god.
When Mia performed a Prayer, which god was she praying her wishes to?
Mia did not know.
She was merely concentrating her energy on that Erdtree sacred seal, without praying to any god.
The source of the power of the Prayer she released came from herself.
grace infused countless knowledge into her mind, making her follow a certain method to guide her power to release the Prayer, rather than begging some deity to bestow their favor.
Just like the Tarnished in the game, they could freely use the Prayers of all deities, and even the blessings of two incompatible deities could descend upon one Soldier at the same time.
And all the Tarnished needed to do was ‘learn’, learning how to use the power of these gods for themselves.
So-called ‘faith’ is probably such a thing: as long as you sincerely believe in something and pray with an unyielding will, you can achieve a miracle.
Even the heartfelt belief: ‘I can do it’ is a kind of faith.
Sincerely believing that you can accomplish something and using an unyielding will to push yourself beyond your limits is also a kind of devotion.
So, why could Mia not use the power she had already mastered more boldly?
Prayers also have creators, they are not immutable.
Miquella created two new Prayers by drawing inferences from the Prayers Radagon bestowed upon him.
She was already able to control the range and power of the Prayers, so why not try more?
For example, Ignite.
Mia could control the power of Ignite with her will; it could be as small as a lighter, able to Ignite firewood, or as large as her main output during combat.
Then why could she not control the shape and duration of the flames?
She could do it, she definitely could.
Energy gathered in her palm, and flames manifested in her hand, but they neither sprayed out nor were thrown; instead, they turned into a long, slender tongue of fire.
Mia turned and waved her left hand.
The long tongue of fire was swung as if it had a physical form, and then the girl released the tongue of fire.
The flames were flung forward, and the moment they landed, they suddenly shot up, forming a raging wall of fire.
The wall of fire obscured the view and blocked the street.
Believing in things like ‘I can definitely do it’, sincerely believing in it, and using an unyielding will to let yourself break through your limits.
Then, you really achieve a miracle.
A few Ratmen who could not stop in time ran through the wall of fire, their whole bodies immediately bursting into flames, rolling on the ground in pain.
Burning Ratmen rolled out from behind the wall of fire one after another.
Mia did not dare to stay, stepping quickly to catch up with the fleeing crowd that had already run dozens of meters away.
She knew this wall of fire could not last too long.