"Rucain is dead!"
"The Regent King is dead!"
"Fight back, everyone! We can win this war!"
The cries rang out one after another, echoing through the battlefield like a chain reaction. As soon as Rucain fell, the shockwave of that moment spread across the field. The soldiers who had been running for their lives stopped in their tracks, their eyes widening with disbelief — and then, with renewed courage, they turned to face the monstrous abominations before them.
The Resistance had finally found their light—or at least, the illusion of it.
Honestly, they should have kept running. Those things weren't about to die that easily. But hey, let them have their moment.
I sighed slowly, looking down at Trinity Nihil, still humming faintly in my hand.
As expected, there were consequences for forcing divinity into something not meant to hold it. The weapon trembled, and even without words, I could feel its resentment toward me.
