My steps carried me forwards as Fallen Grace filled my body with power.
I instinctively clenched my hands, wishing I still had my scythe. I could see it on the other side of the battlefield. It was stuck into the ground. I needed to reach it, I needed its power to destroy the Divine Pillar. I didn't even bother questioning how it had ended up all the way there. I was focused on the task at hand.
I ran past Mother and Fetheion. I noticed them reach for me, but I didn't allow myself to stop. A few arrows flew past me – the few remaining Ereth were trying to stop me. I reached with my hand, preparing to send a volley of dark bolts their way, but the sound of a snapping whip stopped me.
Purple flames rose from where the Ereth stood. Screams sounded as Vixia's power slowly consumed them. I averted my eyes – it was a slow and agonising death that she had given them.
