Corbin stood silently amidst the ruined battlefield alongside the remaining priests and guardian angels.
The shattered remains of the cathedral still radiated faint divine energy while golden particles drifted endlessly through the night air like dying embers.
Yet nobody spoke. Confusion dominated every face present. They had prepared themselves for death but the unthinkable happened.
After witnessing Damian destroy both the deity and cathedral with raw force alone, every priest present understood they no longer stood a chance.
Yet somehow, at the final moment the enemy simply left.
It made no sense.
Damian held every advantage imaginable. He could have slaughtered all of them effortlessly.
So why didn't he?
"That bastard..."
Corbin suddenly clenched his fists violently.
The sound of his grinding teeth echoed faintly.
"That bastard!"
Memories of his final exchange with Damian resurfaced immediately.
