For hundreds of years, the holy land had been untainted.
As soon as the last shriek from the barrier thundered, the battles simultaneously stopped.
Some who were fighting against the phantoms leaped backward to make space, and then slowly, stiffly, turned their bodies to look behind them. Silence enveloped the entire battlefield. All soldiers looked up at the barrier, eyes wide and trembling.
Under their shocked gazes, the barrier made a sharp, windy sound as it flickered once.
Its everlasting embrace, strong enough to protect every single invasion in the past from monsters—and people alike, was now weakening. Even the cooling air it was emanating, which kept the air fresh, was now fading rapidly.
Other people would only feel the sudden change in the air.
But for the inhabitants of the holy land, this was akin to losing the light of their God.
