Twisted Elysia.

“I shall name it….”

The world turned silent.

“Twisted Elysia,” Vincent stated.

Boom! Violet incandescence radiated from the depictions of the crusade portrayed upon the facade of the eternal blade.

The world deafened, and the creatures of the damnation stopped in their tracks.

They went on their knees and shrieked.

Shrieked in resentment and vehemence.

But some...wept…

Wept and wept.

Wept to end their sufferings from their bodies of pestilence.

From dawn to dawn, From dusk to dusk.

From daybreak to eventide, To twilight and to morningtide.

The world shifted in luminescence from the flickering refulgence of the eternal blade.

“It’s beautiful! Master!” Shyreiana cheered by the fire pit, but she quickly broke into a frown. “But Master! Why are my daggers not as pretty as yours?!”

“You don’t deserve a better one,” Vincent replied.

“Master!” she pouted. “Humph!”