At the next moment, a torrent of black poured in from the hole on the roof. The noise of crows filled the entire area, and the pitch-black feathers completely overwhelmed the light of the Graces.
Negary stood in the battlefield, shuffling between black and white, occasionally waving his hands to kill the enemies. The Grace of Tenacity could only delay death, not completely stop it, if the Grace of Salvation did not arrive in time, they would still lose their lives.
The torrent of black and white gradually subsided as more red appeared in the area instead, the blood had stained everything red. Negary walked up the stairs step by step, approaching Luen who was holding the scepter while trembling.
Behind Negary, a large number of corpses had piled up with humans and crows among them, but the number of crows still won out in the end. At this point, some crows had even landed on top of the corpses and indifferently pecked at them like food.
