Just like that — and, perhaps, just as expected — the last opportunity to avoid disaster slipped away from their grasp. Saint Cor desperately tried to salvage the situation, but it was hopeless.
The armies of both clans were fully prepared to annihilate the enemy, and perhaps be annihilated themselves, on that cold November day. Their bloodlust could not be quenched with words.
The fates of countless civilians were about to be decided on a battlefield where humans would be killing other humans, not the Nightmare Creatures.
No… there would be Nightmare Creatures, too. A sea of abominations would be killing humans on the orders of a Saint.
Somehow, that fact made the whole situation even sadder.
'The gods and the daemons had fought side by side against the Unknown, too... but, in the end, they slaughtered each other.'
