Silver luminescent light covered the entire Lyndwrym fortress following a reverberating crash that shook the foundations of the world. The cultists who aimed to kill Garrett fell to the ground, blood oozing from their throats.
A single woman stood at the gates of the citadel, her sword sheathed.
Yet all the monsters ten metres around her body were sliced in half before they could blink, as though an invisible blade of her own had cut them down.
The very earth itself responded to her presence, as dirt and dust around her bounced and the debris crushed the invaders.
"The silver is coming, Asura. Is this what you meant?"
"This is the sword saintess, Sigurd?" Garrett's dry voice echoed as he dragged his bloody body to the battle.
However, a voice like bells gently ringing entered his ears. "Father-in-Law, please stand back. I cannot ensure your life if you approach any closer."
