There was a protocol for how to handle situations like the one with Reeva, but that all changed when lives were at stake. As a priest, his first duty was to save people.
"Check the woman!"
The lead priest shouted, his voice echoing through the chamber. But it was too late. What greeted him was a gruesome sight—one of his men impaled in the abdomen, blood gushing out and staining the once-pristine domain with filth.
"Fuck," he cursed, a rare slip from someone usually so composed. He dashed toward the scene, hoping to save whoever he could, but he wasn't fast enough. The bride was too strong, far beyond what the normal priests could handle.
Realizing the bride wasn't ordinary, the priests shifted into action, casting spells and raising their weapons to fight. But it was all in vain. Every time the white demon came into contact with a mystic force, it simply turned it into her own. The more they fought, the stronger she became.
