The Holy Emperor's brother was bleeding on the ground, barely able to move his head. Even in death, he wanted to fight. But his body refused to listen to him. He could only accept his fate when he heard a voice.
"B-brother?" He raised his head and glanced at the Holy Emperor who felt different somehow.
Previously, his brother felt like he was a mortal that was only supported by the Holy Aura. As the cities fell, the power of faith that he could relieve from the citizens had also gone down.
As for his own Holy Aura, it was almost negligible since he was injured in his battle against the Necromancer Tower Master. At least that was the story that Eren's clone had told the others to explain his present weakness.
Not many people doubted his words either. Even though none of them had actually seen the Holy Emperor's battle with the Necromancer Tower Master, they could still imagine how fierce that battle must have been, in which an Overlord fell.
