"Do you see?... This is true power!... The power of a god and I have it as a backer!... So how can I lose?... How can I die?... I am undefeatable, I am…"
Dead.
Charlotte completed as she took out her sword and beheaded Hala, before going ahead to absorb every single drop of blood in her headless body.
As the ancient priestess's life ebbed away, the sole remnants slowly dissipating with the wind, she found herself transported back to the past, the distant past when she still clung to hope.
''You know this to be true so why do you hesitate?... We have to figure out a way to survive!'
It was a great palace, one occupied by Elven royalty.
Within the king's chambers, Hala was faced with a being who knew very well that her worries were correct.
''Yes, you are right… The Goddess has betrayed us but… even if she hadn't, there is no hope.'
'No!... no, there is hope as long as we keep on fighting!'
