The warhorse's body began to rapidly decay, its silver armor instantly becoming riddled with holes as if corroded by a powerful acid.
The warhorse let out a shrill, agonized neigh, a sound that was especially wretched in the darkness and utterly bone-chilling.
In the blink of an eye, the warhorse dissolved into a pool of gore. Scattered chunks of flesh and shattered armor floated on the surface of the sea as the stench of blood rapidly filled the air.
The three Knights of Light tumbled from the horse's back, their bodies falling heavily and now floating limply on the sea.
Their eyes were filled with despair and resentment. As they looked at Lucifer, their gazes held both terror and profound hatred.
They never imagined that they, the top combatants of the Bright Holy See, would be so utterly defenseless before Lucifer, as fragile as children.
