A burst of chill air engulfed the entire valley.
Snowflakes began to drift mysteriously through the pitch black night sky. The Black Nightmare Army had just killed so many people within the royal army's siege that they had left a trail of blood. Both parties had been fighting in an extremely intense manner, and yet they were immediately forced to slow down, lifting their heads in confusion. All they could see above them was the location where Benjamin had swung the sword down; a gigantic crack in the shining wall of light had been smashed opened by him!
Moreover, after the breach, the line of priests stood rooted to the spot there, gaping at Benjamin. Unmoving.
In actual fact, they were no longer able to move. Under their skin, the blood of their entire body had been frozen solid in that instant. From the outside, they looked no different from the ordinary person, but inside their bodies, all life had withered away due to the sword that had not struck them at all.
