Chapter
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
The soldiers of Radiant Shuttle, reborn from Bellara's memory, thundered their war cries. Within the sweep of her Divine Domain, each silhouette was charged with a god's will. The weapons in their hands seemed to wake, shining with lethal brilliance.
"Cut."
The supreme weapon master wore a face of frost. She lifted a hand, then brought it down. A silver edge split the firmament.
Intangible phantoms of blades slammed into the swarm. In moments, ten thousand demons fell. Any touched by those spectral blades turned to ash.
It was only the beginning.
Under Bellara's control, the silver edge shattered into a storm of stars, each spark knifing toward stronger targets within the tide. Steel flashed. Black blood rained. Limbs and meat came down like hail. Before divine might there wasn't a single worthy foe.
The demons knew the weapon god's terror. They broke formation, spread wide, then rushed from every angle straight for the Sunforge World.
