~BOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!~
The ever-increasing temp of the battle caused even louder chaotic echoes to spread into the night.
As the army of death—nearly two thousand in number—stormed the Sanctuary, facing off against the forces of the Cathars, they spread about their darkness and covered the sacred compound of their enemies.
Their purity was soon defiled by the spilling of blood.
Death.
Agony… pain…
… And more death; endlessly etching itself into the land atop the hill.
It was a terrifying night to be a Cathar, as even with all of their forces present, they could not hold down the power of their enemies.
It was a losing war for all of them, and they knew it.
And so, the remnant of the higher-ups—all Deacons of the Cathars—shut the door to their Sanctuary's Temple and got on their knees to pray to their almighty deity.
