Hill stood not far away, his forehead covered in sweat, but his gaze as firm as steel.
"We absolutely cannot let this become a reality! Commander, no matter the cost, your will and this pure land must be protected!"
The air seemed to suddenly thicken with a decaying odor, which was swiftly cleansed by pure energy.
In the void's fissures, warped glimmers continuously flickered, those corrupt tendrils had already dissipated completely, replaced by new barriers of gathered strength, forming a more solid and impenetrable defense line alongside the Witch Riders.
Yet, behind this brightness, sharper and more secret issues lurked like a beast in hiding.
The world anchor within David's soul had long formed a thick shackle; every influx of purifying energy triggered hidden processes, and every mental wave brought disaster closer to its critical point.
