As Evelyn fought Godrick, she was reminded of her previous life.
The Princess was standing still in the middle of a barren battlefield strewn with the corpses of horrifying demons. The particular landscape extended to the horizon.
The dusty wind blew her raven hair and purple cape around, revealing her glorious dark armor donned on her torso.
The sight of the Princess standing atop the slain demons was simply mythic and heroic. One would know why she was called the Chosen One of Einsof.
But her mere appearance was not what made the Princess known to all of Einsof's creations and Satan's army.
A howl was heard coming from the direction in front of the Princess. She looked ahead and saw a demonic werewolf running straight at her.
She extended her hand to the side and a sword magically appeared on her grasp out of thin air.
The Princess stood her ground as the werewolf approaches, unbothered by its huge fangs and claws bared at her.
