These flames are imbued with a pure power that chills the soul; they are more than crystals shining under the blazing sun, resembling an inexhaustible sun streaming down from the sky to cleanse the filth and darkness.
These fierce sacred flames, mixed with sharp buzzing, slice through the sky amidst the wind and snow, like thousands of blades piercing into the decaying abyss, shredding the darkness into fragments.
The Demonized Knights seem to be swept away by an irresistible torrent, their faces twisted in pain, each scream akin to the last echo of a snapping violin string, reverberating through the cold wind with breathtaking intensity.
The evil life force forged by the abyssal ethereal energy inside them is powerless before this pure sacred flame.
Like snowflakes meeting solar flares and melting, those once strong and aggressive turned fragile and desperate, burned to ashes, leaving only drifting smoke and broken consciousness shadows.
