Screams and yells could be heard outside.
Explosions, chantings, waves of different elements could be seen.
Panic, anxiety, dismay, apprehension, fear, distress, dread, rage, awe, bloodlust and shock could be felt.
Some of the prisoners of the other cells were silent, afraid that their cells might be the next one to explode from a stray spell if they uttered even a single sound.
Some tried to break off from their cells and some who already succumbed to Vilinielle's powers were obediently and calmly sitting inside their cells.
For the exception of Deva, everyone would eventually succumb to the Lips of End like the lasts ones mentioned.
While outside countless humans and shadows already fell, on Vilinielle's side only light wounds were inflicted on them, nonetheless the sheer amount of humans that were battling with them was disproportionate compared to Vilinielle's side.
A small party made of demons used the Hit and Run strategy, always managing to inflict casualities toward the humans side and to run unscathed. From the humans' eyes this party only attacked humans and supported that of Vilinielle while the succubus' side welcomed their support albeit for them an unnecessary one.
As the battle raged on, the human commanders soon noticed the sheer difference of strength between themselves and their adversary, while they poured out one soldier after another and spell after spell from their mages, the few enemy combatants were only slightly injured and didn't gain any casuality. The fact that the level of these warriors were obscured from those who have the [Appraisal] skill made the situation worse. Despite this, the battle continued as the morale wasn't low in fact it could be said to be rather high. The presence of Saintess Lucia was the answer for such thing not only for her notorious fame but also because she herself was affecting a little bit all of the soldiers mind. With her loud voice, she incited them, and her words filled with her aura made all the human soldiers fearless towards death.
In the middle of this amalgamation of positive and negative emotions, where lives are being reaped, humans to struggle to survive or try their hardest to take the life of their powerful opponents and insects and poor little creatures crawling out their way off, there was Deva who was basking of such intense mixture of emotions.
Her heart was pounding as she closed her eyes, she seemed almost that she was able to taste such concentration of emotions.
*Dang*
*Thud*
A projectile made its way towards her cell, breaking a part of its exterior and making its way inside but instead of hearing the sound of a body being pierced or broken apart, only the sound of something metallic falling in the ground could be heard by the other prisoners.
Deva remained motionless, feeling and absorbing all the swirling emotions around her. Yet, the other prisoners could see the aura she was releasing.
First it was the projection of a solid triangle, then it soon became that of a normal grey sword and one could see that it was giving out a sense of detachment, soon after flames of wrath started to wrap around its blade.
Deva focused on just keeping their own states without the corrispondent emotion to mix with the other.
The sword conjured out of detachment and the flames that of rage and wrath.
They, however seemed to have their own conscience as they didn't want to mix together.
Then a delicate purple colored hand was conjured around the sword's grip, then from the hand it slowly started to form its arm, chest, shoulders, limbs and then its head, ultimately shaping a purple woman wheareas its facial features were indistinct.
Despite its fragile and harmless look, one cannot shake off the intense feeling of hostility from it and one almost could lose their minds if they peered too much on it.
The purple woman seemed to be alive with her chest moving as if she was breathing, her hands on the sword playing with its handle and her head moving left to right as if she was observing her surrounding.
*Ding!*
[Having created a living being on your own with your own powers and knowledge in the domain of 'emotions' you have been granted the title [Creator of beings of emotions]. Through this you peered a glimpse towards your divinity.]
[Creator of beings of emotions]: Obsessive towards seeking emotions and yearning for more brought you to create living beings made out of emotions that however are dependant on you to operate. With the user's expertise on emotions the user can create living creatures made from the user's emotions. The B.O.E. eat only emotions of others making them a husk of their former selves and through devouring them they level up, the B.O.E. are beings that have their own personalities but follow the user's words without failure. If the core of a B.O.E. is destructed then they will die. The amount of B.O.E. the user can create for the time being is one.]
Despite the notification, Deva ignored it and felt a new kind of connection with the purple woman she conjured, touching the woman's body she didn't feel hostility unlike the prisoners just by watching at her but Deva felt warmth close that of a family, similar to a daughter.
"Ha...hahahah!"
Amidst the battlefield, amidst the constant yelling, clashing of weapons and spell, one could hear the sound of a laugher.
If one were to properly focus on it, one could notice that it was filled with pure happiness, a kind of happiness that one feels after they receive a long awaited gift, an innocent laugh that shouldn't be in a place of slaughter and death.
But that laugh was drowned from the noises of the battle.
Only the purple woman and the other prisoners witnessed Deva laughing without care of them, of the battle or of the cheerful girl watching her in shock.
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