Artifacts came in many forms. Some were born from the world itself, shaped by nature's mysteries. Others, however, were forged by mortal hands, crafted in ages long gone when the Human Emperor waged war against the Mother Witch and her endless army.
Countless such relics had been lost to time, but a rare few endured, passed down through generations or hidden in the earth until rediscovered.
Those weapons, bound to the ancient war, came to be known as holy artifacts, treasures made solely to oppose the darkness within the ruins.
The monster's eyes widened, sensing the weapon's deadly intent.
With a piercing screech, it reared back, spewing a strange red mist that spread downward, twisting and writhing as if alive, seeking to blind its enemies.
But it was already too late. The general released the string.
The arrow of pure light shot forth like a falling star, tearing through the red haze without slowing.
