It was a harrowing battle, worthy of songs and tears... for the knights involved.
The divine-made puppet, increasingly awakening its divine consciousness, became more and more unable to understand its current situation. It felt that it could easily crush the mortals in front of it, yet somehow, they could evade its Divine Punishment every time.
[Death]
The divine-made puppet did not have a clear mind, probably already forgetting how many times it had used the Divine Curse of Death without achieving the expected outcome.
The trees around it had withered, and the ground had become a wasteland. Yet, no matter how many times, it could never kill the two "flies" in front of it.
One of them was a Flaming Knight with a blazing black flame that made the divine-being nauseated. The flame could not be extinguished, and not only did it burn and repel its power, but it also fed on its flesh.
