She felt it, perhaps long before the entire army around her. Thanks to her shadow sense, she could sense that emptiness. She could sense the way the shadows fled in fear from that being. From the depths of the mountain, a vast and unfathomable presence was approaching.

  With a few simple signals, the warriors at her disposal moved with overwhelming speed and affinity. She was in no condition for combat, but direct combat had never been in her pns, or at least not for now.

  Her fingers tightened on the hilt of her weapon as the shadows that poputed the cave trembled under the weight of the strange being.

  It arrived silently, without an explosion, without a scream, just from one moment to the next, almost fifty of them disappeared. The next instant, everything exploded.

  The darkness moved and attacked. The soldiers in every part of the cavern moved as one, and the always silent cave came alive in a cacophony of thunder.

  The Children of Nether shot out like cannonballs, their limbs broken or parts of their bodies completely missing. But the being hiding in the darkness could not remain hidden. The combined attacks of hundreds upon hundreds of soldiers forced it to escape the darkness's embrace, revealing its true form.

  It was a Centipede with the face of an old man in eternal agony carved into its forehead. Its shell throbbed like a living organ; its color opaque bck. The creature plunged once more into the darkness, swallowing a hundred of them this time.

  Wherever it passed, its body would vanish those it touched. Swallowing them so as to leave nothing behind. Still, Saint could notice something very important in that moment. From the centipede's body, seven transcendent cores infested with corruption slowly rotated.

  The news didn't cause any shock on Saint's expressionless face. He only adjusted his strategy.

  "Right!"

  "Down!"

  "Back off!"

  One after another, the ancient Changing Star instructions repeated by the extraordinary rock rang out across the battlefield.

  Although his strength was several times inferior, his senses and connection to shadows and true darkness had far surpassed his range, allowing him to predict the creature's movements with extreme precision. And his companions... they were no army of flesh.

  With each passing second, more wounds pgued the body of the gigantic Titan. Whether hiding in the darkness or attacking physically, the Children of the Nether had the ability to wound such a being cut by cut. Even if that opportunity cost them their lives.

  The hundred-foot Titan writhed with fury, killing as many as its immense body could, but the process was much slower than it should have been, as each individual seemed to read its movements, moving forward to escape or inflict another fearsome blow.

  The battle had nothing glorious about it; it was merely the meticulous work of ants killing an elephant. The Titan fought with desperate fury, even going so far as to try to retreat only to have hundreds more cut off its path.

  How much blood had been necessary to achieve this goal? More than half the army? That didn't matter to her. Though hundreds of limbs and mountains of ruby blood bathed the earth, neither she nor her army would hesitate to continue until their enemy fell. This was the true curse of the Nether army toward its enemies.

  Saint watched the spectacle with a dark jubition. It was no longer necessary to give further instructions, however simple they might have been. Now that the creature was in its final moments, it was only a matter of time before it was consumed.

  It was then that something changed in the air. A feeling of danger permeated the air. Very different from the feeling of danger emanating from the titan, if not more simir to the feeling evoked by the bck sea of the forgotten shore. That feeling he could barely recognize imbued in the tide.

  A sovereign.