The dragon's roar echoed, shaking the heavens. Blazing light pierced through the enclosing gloom, igniting the darkness and transforming it into clusters of magnificent, endlessly stretching flaming clouds.
"Holy Fire? Church Court?"
The silver-haired youth was startled. The dense darkness blocked this intense light; the burning of the Crown Flame was too uncomfortable for the Blood Race. This was because this Dark World had never known a sun, perpetually shifting between twilight and darkness.
"Is this... the flame of the Church Court?"
Feeling a trace of warmth, Kane, pinned to the ground by countless Iron Spears, raised his head. He murmured, slowly extending his hand to catch the beam of light in his palm. Since his fall into a Vampire, he, once a Church Knight blessed by the Holy Fire, had never felt it again.
"ROAR!"
