Chapter 33
The carnage did not slow.
Cursed ones known as the demons and the Blessed ones known as the shurals. They hunted and slaughtered without pause. The number of demons being hunted down was staggering, yet it changed nothing.
The destruction did not lessen. The screams did not thin. Across the five kingdoms, the world kept bleeding.
In the desolate ruins of Deodor City, a young woman ran.
What was once a city was now a graveyard of shattered stone and burning echoes. Half-collapsed buildings leaned like corpses frozen mid-fall. Streets were split open. Smoke hung low.
She sprinted through it all.
Fear carved itself into her face, raw and naked, but beneath it burned something harder. Conviction. Around her battered body, a faint golden glow pulsed softly, weak but stubborn.
I have to get it to the Bulwark. I have to.
She forced her legs to move faster.
