Kapitel 440: Green Night

An avalanche of molten lava, piercing lightning, unrivalled swordplay, bodies honed for combat, all else was foggy apart from this furious dance, all meeting onto a single, loathsome target, who dispelled all efforts with naught but a step forward.

One blink and all those of the valiant alliance laid broken upon the ground, rivers of blood, a sanguine ocean rising from the soil, which was made up of nothing known, an endlessly repeating pattern, the realisation brought distraction, the fear had arrived, looming over, casting a most vile, dark shadow.

Reaching forward, one could not fight back, all swings and attempts to move back were met with absolute meaninglessness.

Finally, the frigid hand reached her.

"Ah…" Antieeld awoke drenched sweat, as though she had run three marathons back to back whilst carrying the world upon her shoulders.