Drops of cold rain collided with the blood of the bodies scattered across the pin, while the nightmare creatures feasted on the remains of the dead soldiers before marching forward to their new destination.
In that pce, where death seemed to have materialized, human souls shone with a pristine purity so different from that of the nightmare creatures. They hated it.
Around them, the four category-four gates hummed with an unnatural presence, violently tearing the fabric of reality.
In the distance, the three great nightmare creatures had already departed, carrying with them an army of beings so terrible they could threaten the most secure fortresses.
Despite this, the world paid no attention to the arrival of such creatures; No. Instead, it awaited the arrival of something else. Between the various nightmare gates, a completely different figure stepped into the waking world for the first time.
The nightmare creatures around them took notice instantly. Sensing that an uncorrupted soul had appeared, just to be sin.
Like a swarm filled with madness, the creatures threw themselves at the individual with the intent to kill him, but when the first of them—a corrupted beast—came within a few feet, the individual finally moved.
Taking a step that shattered the ground, she shot out like an arrow, drawing a sword made of bck stone, and sshed at her enemy with a single ssh. In the next second, she caught the jaw of a fallen monster, only to shatter its skull with sheer brute force and hurl the corpse at the next enemy.
Shadows moved, materializing from the feet of two of the creatures, spikes of shadow that branched out like trees. The creatures' bodies were momentarily immobilized, cutting off their momentum.
Without looking in the right direction, Saint spun around her own axis, smming the heads of both creatures with the edge of her bronze shield, only to prepare to sm it into the body of a third one right in front of her.
The movement didn't st even an instant, but the next abomination was already approaching, and the stoic knight's next movement followed.
Blood and gore scattered across the ground, now accompanying the human bodies as equals.
A corrupted, humanoid-shaped devil, the strongest of those left behind, tried to ambush her using the bodies of the simple beasts, but before she could make a move, a sword was thrown with the force of a missile.
The sword was blocked harmlessly, but its momentum was interrupted. In the next instant, a cloud composed of shadows and true darkness stole her vision.
Filled with fury, the devil attacked in every direction, using his instincts, but it was useless. The bde of a curved sword aimed for his neck, deadly and sharp, but luckily for him, he managed to deflect it at the st moment with his own cws.
The elongated bde smmed into his shoulder, where his natural armor stopped the impact with a dull thud. But to his bewilderment, the bde seemed to change instantly, curving like a scythe that pierced the socket of his arm.
With a gratifying crunch, his arm was severed. The nightmare creature staggered momentarily in pain, which a shadow took advantage of and knocked him down. Instantly, the devil tried to rise, but shadow chains held him in pce.
The devil writhed madly, trying to escape, but, though the bonds were weak, they sted just long enough for the heavy stone boot to fall upon his head.
The strongest being present had died, but the sughter had not. For a long time, the sound of flesh being cut echoed across that lost battlefield, and then silence reigned. The gates that tore the world apart closed.
Saint observed her surroundings with cold attention. At her feet, her own shadow did the same, not dispying her characteristic good humor. When several seconds passed and no corpse seemed to return to life, he moved forward.
Her eyes, filled with a gleam of curiosity, scanned her surroundings. She felt it. Ever since she answered the call in the nightmarish desert, she knew the pce beyond the door would be very different.
And her shadow confirmed it: this was the world of War, the patron goddess of humanity. The world that was likely the st to be consumed by corruption… and the original world of her former master.
The Saint of the Underworld, the st noble creature, and the st daughter of the domain of choice, had arrived.