The magic scepter in the Lich's hand pulsed rhythmically, as it glowed brighter and brighter in a darkish hue, about to incinerate the Valkyrie to cinders.
Sophia watched this through gritted teeth; a bitter expression appeared on her face. In the end, she was destined to die so pathetically like this.
Drowning in regret and despair, all alone.
Because no one would come to save her,
No allies,
No friends,
No kings,
No angel would hear her prayers, no deity would grant her salvation.
No miracle would grace her, no luck would befall her.
Nothing would save her.
Because despite her status as the savior of humanity, in her heart she never saw herself as such a being, nor did she ever want to be a preordained champion of the Human Race.
Even though her appearance was that of the most beautiful woman in the world, she was only a psychopathic Monster underneath, a Monster in the guise of a human.
