Corpses piled upon corpses, and atop the carnage stood a man as if he had walked out of hell itself. His every cell was enveloped in energy fluctuations, with parts of his body even ionized, presenting a misty, semi-transparent state. Yet this was the moment his power peaked.
Opposite him, the Holy Knight was disheveled, his body covered in blood. His armor lay torn and tattered, his holy sword broken. He barely managed to support his wavering body by planting the broken sword into the ground.
"The majesty of God must not be defiled!"
