บท 1362: Breaking Free

The ash fell like snow, and Diana stood alone in the aftermath, staring across the battlefield. Shattered buildings lay in fragments around her, their walls cracked and covered in frost. In the center of it all was Arthur, encased in stone, frozen in an eternal, silent barrier.

Diana clenched her fists. Every time she looked at him, the anger inside her surged hotter, fiercer. This wasn't right. None of this was supposed to happen. She took a deep breath and called out to the one responsible.

"Deluge!"

As expected, Deluge was far from dead. His body reformed using the countless lives he stole as the Sin of Lust. A laugh rang out from the shadows, echoing through the stillness. Deluge emerged from the mist, resting his sword on his shoulder, his face lit up with smug satisfaction.

"Princess," he sneered, tilting his head toward Arthur's stone form. "Do you like my handiwork? I thought the great hero of Kera should be commemorated."