“Fall! You are going to fall right here right now!” Shouted by Ersha as she swings her sword towards the Black Knight who is flying in the sky with flight magic.
“Ersha, back off a little. I am going to restrain his movements.” Warned by Yrsha as her incantation ends and magical power bursts from her.
Dozens of pitch black chains rise from the twelve arcane runes that she set up while Ersha was stalling the black knight. The chains started finding its way to the Black knight with the intention to bind him.
The black knights fly faster than ever as it evades the chains and soars through the sky covered with dark clouds, a sign of a blizzard reigning over the town even though it is midday. The parade that was prepared for the hero was stalled and panic rises everywhere.
The upcoming blizzard, the inhuman battle between the black knight and Ersha with Yrsha Einhart and, the malevolent presence of the Demon Lord clashing with the Hero on the other side of the town.
Demon Lord Ivy and The Summoned Hero Victoria face each other in an inevitable battle that will conclude who is superior.
“Look how funny the irony is, the demon lord sieges on the hero’s fortress. You got everything reversed, Demon Lord.” Victoria said as she jumps to another roof and points her Glock to Ivy and shoots three bullets imbued with strong holy property.
“Kuh…!” Ivy let out a pained voice as she endures the pain of her wounds that are unable to regenerate properly because of Victoria’s attack that rendered her vampiric powers useless.
Covered in blood, a bullet coated with power blessed by the gods, a bullet that goes through almost everything including Ivy’s prided dragon fiber. And even in the suspended world of Ivy, Victoria’s bullets are unstoppable.
“Admit defeat. I’ll make sure I take care of you well.” Victoria mocked as she licked her lips like she is already tasting the victory and in hindsight, Ivy herself.
“For what reason you are fighting…?” Ivy asked with eyes glaring at Victoria. Her will is still tough and she makes sure that she won’t be going down.”
“For what? Hahaha! Let’s see here…” Victoria placed her finger on her chin and started making a gesture like she is thinking.
The fight between the Demon Lord and the Summoned Heroes birthed opportunities for people with intentions with madness and pure frigid evil. Even as the chaos rising in the whole capital, people are taking advantage of the confusion.
“Hey, Princess! Are you okay?!” Sod shouted as he lightly taps Princess Meriyal. Together with Mes and Reld, they are escaping from a group of people that are trying to assassinate Meriyal.
“Where does this path leads?! Miss Aspara said that after we retrieve her, we should make haste to get back to her.” Reld shouted while driving the carriage traversing through a narrow path.
“Dick! Can’t you slow down a little?! These two girls here have serious wounds!” Mes shouted as he patches Lala Forchure and Ries D’Levierre’s wounds.
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“I can’t! We are still being followed! Where did Mika go in this situation?!” Reld shouted as he bit his lip in vexation. Following from behind is another carriage with men dressed in black and dons curving swords.
Princess Meriyal Breille’s life was almost extinguished and for the sake of saving her kingdom, she fights for her life with the help of the bandits.
Prayers and miracles are being wished at this crucial moment. A lone man stayed at the chapel where he found himself praying to his Goddess to give salvation and miracle, for this situation to be quelled and casualties will be prevented.
“My goddess, I am humbly kneeling to wish for a miracle for the sake of thousands of people. I conveying my pardons for all the sins that this world has, including mine.” Arytorio prayed while kneeling in front of a portrait with exquisite details of how he imagined his Goddess looks like.
“You are a fool. Prayers and such, would they really do something?” Mika said as he leans on a wall while looking at Arytorio with a saddened face. Mika knows well about the Goddess that Arytorio is talking about, however, he is conflicted of whether to tell him the truth or not. He knows that he should not be the one to say anything about it.
“I have faith. Whatever may happen now may simply be the will of the divine. I am no longer compelled to believe that everyone can be saved, however, that is all more of a reason I pray for everyone.” Arytorio replied to Mika without turning his head towards him.
A man fooled by fate, a man who devoted himself to a false idol and lastly, a man created a sense of compassion despite the foolery that was done to him. Arytorio Kerias carry out his faith for the Goddess he thought to exist.
And because of the faith that circulates in the whole city, the ray of hope never left from the hearts of the people, a hope for a new tomorrow, a hope that could bring a smile back to their faces despite the challenge.
The one who stems the transient faith of the people, the Archpriest who is also called the pope, faces Falikh on the Sanctum of Divines, a place where revelation, prophecies, and even a miracle can be transmitted, a mysterious place overflowing with energy foreign to this land.
“I see you are still alive.” Mocked by the archpriest who dons a blond hair that grew up to the ground where when she walks, it drags. Her eyes are beautiful velvet that glimmers as light reflects on it. Her stature is no taller than Reysha and her countenance is of a young girl.
“I am! I am going to prove that your damn prophecies won’t happen! I will not! I will use anything and anyone to prevent that and I will slam that fact right into your face! Falikh roared with fierce eyes directed to the archpriest.
The Archpriest simply chuckles as she walks while wielding her golden staff that is a lot taller than her. Her vestment is a pure white with archaic golden designs and she wears a hat that usually worn by the highest position in the church.
“However you resist, death only awaits. I commend you for surviving this long but what of the next day, the next to that, and so on. Will you survive? Will you use more people for your own benefits? Will you use them for your own entertainment to avert your eyes from everything? Did you gain a new toy to play with?” The archpriest simply said as she looks down at Falikh.
“You won’t kill me here. That’s what we talked about. If you don’t want chaos being thrown here, you won’t do a single damn thing to me. If you do, they will immediately know and another war will break out!” Falikh reasoned out to the archpriest.
“Fufufu, you are always like that. You were always the man who will defy what I have done for you.” The Archpriest, with a monotone and dramatic gesture, said.
“After what you’ve done to my body, you don’t get to act like you care for me!” with a face raging from anger, Falikh once again roared.
“Ahahaha! You are really my child! You are really my son! Both cold-blooded, both cruel, both broken. There is something in your mind that seems to snap…I like that.” The archpriest said as she looks at Falikh with eyes scanning his very being.
“Don’t call me your son! You are no mother! You are a monster!”
Events led to one another, fate intertwined and people met again at the most crucial time. Memories are dug up and battles are now being weaved to be told for years to come.
Everything wasn’t like these three hours ago and those crucial moments are going to be told in details. How everything started, how battles for supremacy sparks and how the destiny of people starts moving.