This afternoon in the Divine Country, the entire nation seemed to be shrouded in gloom. The rumbling thunder from an unknown source left everyone's heart feeling a bit heavy. The people on the streets occasionally looked up to the sky, but apart from the oppressive dark clouds, they saw nothing.
Little did they know, in the nearby Church, a cataclysmic battle was unfolding.
Within the barrier, fierce winds roared, sand and stones flew, and the air was thick with the scent of blood. Members of the Church and the Blood Clan fell one after another, some struggling to stand up, others resting eternally. Old Prince Bach led the Blood Legion, their steel-like wings spread wide as they engaged in bloody battle within the Church ranks. Their clothes drenched in blood, it was uncertain whether it was theirs or the enemy's.
