The demon's actions weren't random. He had deliberately targeted three villages near the Holy Place, annihilating them completely. There were no survivors—only the blood-soaked remains of what once were thriving communities. The sole exception was the Templar Knights, who had fought valiantly against the dark creatures.
The Royal Knights had arrived on the scene, but too late to be of any use. After gathering the testimonies from the Templar Knights, they retreated, their faces pale and shaken. Once again, the Templars claimed that a Water Dragon had appeared, cleansing the corruption and saving what little remained.
I knew the news of my display would spread like wildfire, my name whispered in awe or fear across the kingdoms. But I didn't care.
There was only one place I needed to be.
