Luneth's point of view
The staggering tide of enemies ran rampant, but stopped, still.
Everyone's eyes were lost, except for some who decided to hide behind their companions and those slaves who were still advancing with their eyes closed.
We knew that if they ran like that, it meant that they were allies and we should let them pass, but no one paid attention to them, we could not, because what we were seeing had no name, we were stunned and even some soldiers had the same thing happen to them as our enemies, they were looking behind me, towards him.
Although I knew that the power of Lord Hel was great, I never imagined the terror of seeing him in person, thousands of men and women, all of them, very slowly, were fragmenting, as if they were ancient statues or porcelain, after this, their fragments fell to the ground and crumbled into dust.
None of them screamed, nor suffered, even many smiled as if it was a great pleasure, they were placidly there, they no longer seemed to be in a battle, but listening to a magnificent melody or contemplating art, static.
The sounds of chains began to echo behind us, although I was curious, I knew if I did I would die, curiosity was becoming a mortal sin on this battlefield, I can only pray that the prophecy of my goddess would not end in the path of her wrath, we wouldn't stand a chance.
Strangely, screams and moans of pain began to echo across the battlefield, but it was a familiar voice and from none of the soldiers, just hearing them my chest began to ache and now I understood why they didn't want me to use this ability.
Little by little Hel's screams of pain became so loud that they echoed all over the place, the more fragments came off, the more enemy soldiers collapsed, the more pain was transmitted by screams, I really wanted to go and ask him to stop, but I understood that if he didn't give his all, we wouldn't have a tomorrow.
Between cries I could only whisper - I'm... sorry... - I'm... sorry... -
My whisper was somehow heard by my surroundings and my cries perceived.
Gwent grabbed my hand and nodded, she looked at Leva careful not to touch the look with Mr. Hel's gaze.
Leva seemed to tremble, the same for the generals who had some contact with the immortal, he was suffering for us and as we stood here still.
-Let me buy you a drink and allow me to apologize to you, for now I can only ask you to hold on, we will not waste your suffering - Leva raised his trident.
Gwent did too and shouted.
-Archers, let's show them that we can also defend our home - With his order all the soldiers with ranged weapons and within range began to shoot, so did I, I hardened my heart and together with my priestesses we chanted our theurgy.
-The pure white light of the moon enveloped our bows and even being at the bottom of the defensive formation, our arrows flew and reached the target, our arrows, thanks to our ability as priestess, had a probability of success of 100% but that did not ensure the death of any of our enemies, only that we will not miss.
Since the beginning of the combat only about 7 minutes had passed, but the number of enemies had been reduced to 5000, if it continued like this, this battle would end soon, but, when the slaves reached our second line, all the silence on their side of the battlefield was drowned in screams of pain and fury.
They had all come to their senses and Lord Hel's screams stopped for the most part, only his heavy breathing could be heard.
Hel's point of view
[The mask of remorse has been removed].
[The curse of the abyss on the user has been activated]
[Cannot control his blood skill]
[Aura of ruin is activated]
[Aura of ruin]
Causes the altered state: enchantment (minor), transmit pain and ruin (minor).
These effects are only active while they are looking at you.
This ability is the main characteristic of the ??? of the ???, this ability is unique and only used in those who received a favorable treatment, allowing eternal rest even for those immortals, using the unique attribute (ruin) which crumbles any existence or law, the process of suffering ruin is extremely painful, as it allows the affected to receive the pain of being shredded, fragment by fragment, including the soul, this without having the ability to reduce the pain or faint, for this reason the ? This pain can be shared by all the members of ??, but each one can only reduce 2% of the total suffering.
The moment my mask was removed and thus I was looked at, especially by the (minor) charm, it was their undoing, they simply did not have the statistics to avoid it and with it a wave of absurd pain began to be transmitted to me.
It started with severe full body pain, but little by little, the more enemies were paralyzed by looking at me and the effect of the ruin began to affect them, more and more of their suffering was transmitted, from being able to barely endure it, to my screams being easily audible.
At that instant, the chains of my companions began to link with each other and finally converged on mine.
-Strangely, their voices were transmitted to my mind, but little by little I was losing myself, they were able to save me a certain amount of pain, but although they took away a lot of my burden, the suffering only increased, I couldn't control my cries and howls, my voice was becoming hoarse, but if I didn't hold on, this city would fall, I didn't know why I cared so much about this place, I will just be here for a few weeks, I didn't understand why I was enduring so much pain, I wanted to give up, to stop suffering, but at the same time I didn't.
The more I endured, the more I lost myself in my thoughts, in madness, the blood was coming out of all the orifices of my face and my legs had long since given way, but still I did not put the mask back on, I was not going to do it, but suddenly something happened.
Lilith appeared at my side and placed it on me.
-They don't deserve more of your blood, now let them fight - The moment my mask was placed, all the pain suddenly stopped and my body fell down completely, I couldn't even get the strength to breathe properly, I lay curled up by Lilith and I just lay there.
My mind, my soul, my body, all begged to never take off my mask again.
To stop fighting.