Humans were resilient creatures, unwavering in spite of the danger that held before them. It was said that through resolve—they would conquer the stronger Races and emerge victorious. Or was that a lie? All around her was contrasting evidence, the people were fleeing from them without even any heed to their companions. The ones that were supposed to be their guards and enforcers of peace were mauled down by an indomitable strength.
A bright column of heavenly light struck down from the sky, a pillar that consumed and emanated from a deity's intervention. A faith's game. The already dimming sky was illuminated by a holy burst of light.
Lucia unflinchingly watched the bolt strike down Tierra.
An agonizing scream pierced through the chaos.
A different mood in this chapter which was somewhat my intention, but this one isn't exactly the best at writing high fantasy with gruesome scenes and somber moods. Hoped this one was still an entertaining and good read :)