Nightmare.
There was no better word to describe what had happened.
It was the same word that lingered in the minds of every surviving hunter scattered throughout the cathedral. After the roof collapsed above their heads, their crimson eyes witnessed what could only be described as a death sentence descending from the heavens, a colossal golden sword overflowing with a terrifying amount of aura.
To them, that sword was death itself. The pressure bearing down upon their bodies came from heights of power they had never even dreamed of reaching, much less overcoming.
It was the ultimate attack of a High King standing on the verge of becoming an Emperor.
How could they possibly hope to stand against something like that?
