The battlefield had fallen into a stunned silence as the golden-haired figure descended from the storm.
WHAT?
Camille's eyes narrowed in sharp surprise, "A... God?"
The man floated gracefully above the battlefield as lightning crackled around his body, and a radiant aura of divine power pressed down on everyone present.
He looked down at the blood-soaked plains with a condescending smile.
"Rejoice!" he shouted, his voice booming across the entire battlefield like thunder. "Forces of the Nubines Empire, your saviour Naacht Zontax is here-"
"Cut the crap."
Brandon's calm voice cut through the God's grand declaration.
Naacht's golden eyes narrowed slightly as he looked down at the mortal who dared interrupt him.
Brandon stood among the corpses, his silver blade resting casually on his shoulder with blood dripping from its edge.
"Now that a Divinity is here, I got the full picture of what is happening."
