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“Oho? For an old geezer, you’re making pretty good time.”
Outside the High Sanctum of Vellam, Holy Maiden Werezia noticed a crimson blur sprinting toward them through the chaos of the evacuation. Beside her, Galfiz—who had been assisting an elderly woman—turned to look.
“Arch-Hierarch Zakner! You’re safe… wait, what is—?”
Galfiz’s voice trailed off. Chasing the frantic, red-robed Zakner was a figure that bore the silhouette of a Holy Maiden, yet was utterly unrecognizable. Half of her body was drenched in fresh, glistening blood.
“Looks like he’s being hunted by something nasty,”
Werezia muttered languidly, reaching for the massive shield she had leaned against the wall. She felt a wave of reluctance. She had always loathed Zakner’s hollow, sanctimonious air, but as a Maiden of the Covenant, she couldn’t simply watch a Hierarch be slaughtered.
“Moving out!”
Galfiz barked.
With her pitch-black greatsword in hand, Galfiz surged forward. Werezia knew her comrade likely shared her distaste for the man, but Galfiz never allowed personal sentiment to cloud her duty. It was just like her—devoted to a fault.
A shrill, bone-jarring shriek of metal rang out as black and gold greatswords collided in mid-air. A second golden blade followed instantly, only to be deflected by Werezia’s massive buckler.
Dammit… she’s heavy!
Each of the four blades possessed a crushing weight that defied reason. To wield four simultaneously with such force… Werezia realized in an instant that this mysterious Maiden possessed a Divine Pulse of monstrous proportions.
“Hmph. You even eat, girl? You’re swinging like you’re starving!”
Werezia bluffed, gritting her teeth as she parried the raining blades. She was unsettled to find herself already breaking into a sweat after a mere few seconds of engagement.
Galfiz’s black greatsword roared, cleaving through the air with punishing force. While her single blade outweighed any one of Linkaje’s, Galfiz was at a numerical disadvantage. If not for Werezia’s ironclad support, she wouldn’t have lasted a minute. Linkaje’s power was simply on another level.
The alarm bells of the city continued their frantic, rhythmic tolling. Above them, the sky was torn asunder by violet lightning. The Kingdom of Ezaris—once lauded as the land of eternal peace—was now staring into the abyss of its own annihilation.
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