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Holding the white bow of light, as well as the branch of the world tree, he stood at the edge of the high tower with his eye locked on the targets that were going to be subjects of his heavenly punishment.
-Swiiiiiiiiish~.
Winds were blowing fiercely as the sky had become dark, and malevolent after the descent of the demons on this land, and the way they were going at their targets right now was making the decisions of the resistance to use greater powers even more solid.
In the meantime...
The demons, both of them, were trying to move towards the city where the people were still sleeping.
Their goal was not only the destruction and chaos but also death and the souls of those innocents that they loved… for they tasted better than any delicacy one could find in the plains of hell.
'Initiating spell casting…'
-Oooooooooooong!
