Gabriel, in his domain, was currently staring at hundreds of his warriors, whom he had just restrained with magical seals.
The seals took the form of chains. He, along with his scholars and strongest mages, had worked as quickly as possible to create them.
However, despite all their efforts, they couldn't contain all the warriors who had already been corrupted.
In the center of his ruined domain, his gaze heavy as he looked upon the countless warriors he had once led with pride.
Now, they were either sealed in shimmering chains of magic or lying lifeless at his feet.
The seals held only a fraction of them—those he had managed to contain in time. The rest… they had already died.
And it was by his own hands.
The weight of it pressed down on his chest and feels so suffocating.
He had fought alongside these warriors for centuries, had seen them rise in strength and loyalty, had trusted them with his domain. And now, he was the one who had to cut them down in pieces.
