She watched them tumble, watched their bodies spin through air that offered no salvation, watched the ground rushing up to meet them with the patience of something that had claimed countless lives before.
Her gaze became even more somber in the next moment.
She saw the Crimson Imperator laugh with bloodlust, the sound echoing across the sky even as his weapon struck out again. Multiple bloody crimson crescents filled with boiling Mana erupted from his blade, targeting the clusters of injured or dying guards with the casual cruelty of someone swatting insects that had annoyed him.
The crescents smashed into the falling bodies with terrifying force.
Women who had served the Covenant faithfully for years, who had trained since childhood for the honor of protecting the Holy Daughter, were dismembered while they tumbled from the skies. Arms separated from shoulders. Legs spun away from torsos. Heads rolled through air that had become thick with blood.
