Iustus thought he had been teleported to a battlefield, he looked down at his hands only to realise that he had none, he had no body here and he soon realised that he was dreaming.
"Am I having a lucid dream?" despite thinking that, it sounded as though he had said it aloud.
The edges of his vision were blurry, as if he was moving at a tremendous speed, he looked around, trying to find a clue as to what was going on exactly.
Completely turning around, he had to stop himself from spinning any further, it was like he had one leg and it was the same as a spinning top.
His thought about his situation were soon pushed away as he laid his eyes on a fight, in the large expense of this ashen and bloody battlefield, soldiers, knights and warriors worked together against hulking figure.
Some were missing limbs and many looked like they were at death's door, their armors shredded and their bones visible for all to see alongside their organs.
Meanwhile, their gigantic opponent seemed unharmed, his armor was all that had received damage, it was simple armor, looking like any other kind of iron armor in Iustus's eyes, the only difference was the sort of fur on the shoulder areas as well the cloth hanging around the waist, having long been tainted by blood.
The figure's arms were left unguarded, letting any gaze at the tree trunk sized arms of the warrior, he must have been at least four meters tall, he could have easily crushed Iustus under his palm or feet and all that would have been left was the splash of blood that had splurted all around.
He also didn't wear any helmet, his skin was a deep shade of red, glistening was blood landed on it, his face was very angular and stiff, it was sunken in many places but rather than a sign of a weak body, it only spoke loudly of how tense even the muscles of his face were, his eyes and mouth seemed minuscule on it.
His eyes only stood out thanks their clear blue color, which fitted better with a saint than a bloodthirsty warrior.
Two dark horns sprouted from his forehead, going straight ahead in the first half, before banding straight down without any round curves, it seemed like it would get in the way of his vision and it seemed like his opponents attempted to use these blindspots but it only handed on more blood staining the soil.
Everytime he stomped the ground, the poor warriors were unable to keep their footings as they jumped up, everytime, at least one of them would be killed, either by the large blade of the warrior or by simply taking a hit from any parts of him.
Everytime, it seemed like the strike were powerful enough to shatter all of their bones even if only a single area was struck, their mushed bodies joining the piles of unnamed soldiers who had fallen, their weapons sometimes planting in the hard soil.
Iustus was in awe as he watched what he could only think of as either a demon or devil, each of his movements were brutal and direct but he clearly gave thoughts to his movements, no movements were wasted and in spite of his large body, he avoided strike easily.
His large, machete-like sword had ended with a slight hook, which he managed to use efficiently to pull and throw warriors around, the only way out of immediate death when one was struck was to give up a limbs or allow themselves to take lethal wound, they would all die even if the red warrior died right now.
With a roar, it seemed like the devil had grown bored, a pulse of dark red energy emanated from him and all of the warriors bursted with blood, falling to the ground, dead.
Standing in the center of this plane of violence and death, he looked like a god of the battlefield but, Iustus didn't miss that red energy, he clearly remembered seeing it before, use by Wrath to clear the area before the first war had began.
It may not have the same vibe to it but he held no doubt, this was the same thing, an energy of sin, somehow, Iustus was looking at something capable of using the power of Wrath.
But what did this mean? Were the sins not unique? Who was stronger, this devil or the Wrath Iustus had seen?
The hero was deeply confused as he failed to understand what he was seeing.
The devil looked around, impossible to tell his expression on his stiff face, he didn't have any kind of hair to form eyebrows, he was unreadable to Iustus, he just swung his blade fast enough to rid it of the blood of those he had recently killed and turned around, bending his legs as if he was going to jump up but suddenly stopped as he turned to look in the other direction, Iustus felt compelled to do the same.
Calmly walking through the gruesome field, a man with rabbit ears that hung down, dressed in a pristine white cloth, it seemed like a cleric but whose robe had been repurposed for battle, the man had a light frown as he looked at the carnage, his light blue hair slightly swaying in the wind as he casually approached the lord of this massacre.
In his hand, a long, blue sword, shining with an energy of the same color, Iustus had never seen one but he was certain of it, this was what a true virtuous energy felt like.
Against all odds, the devil's expression became incredibly easy to read as he smiled broadly, it seemed like his mouth wasn't as small as Iustus first thought, his angular jaw moved but Iustus heard no words.
The rabbit man did the same with a calm expression on his face, he even had a light smile but Iustus didn't hear any words coming from him either.
The two of them pointed their swords at one another, the sight of the towering devil against the small beastman only made the young hero completely stop breathing, straining his eyes wide open so as to not miss the moment these two clashed.
They released their powers in full, blinding him completely.
Iustus suddenly awoke, covered in sweat and gasping for her, it seemed he had been holding his breath in reality as well.
As he blinked the bright colors that had assaulted his eyes left an impression even if it was a dream, it took some time before he actually recovered his vision completely.
'What happened next?' he wondered, completely focused on his dream and not even noticing the dark shadows creeping in the dark corners of his room.