"Crush the heretic in one mighty strike!"
"With the Light beside us, we charge into battle!"
Thousands of NPCs from the Daughters of Nakah roared in unison, their devotion fanatical and absolute. Life and death meant nothing to them. They had only one belief: purge the evil heretic, even if it meant burning their own lives to do it.
They fought valiantly.
But they died pathetically.
As the game's death compensation system activated, thousands of radiant white-winged pegasi took to the sky, forming a sword of divine wrath hurtling toward Orson.
"Fleas shaking the trunk of a tree… in the end, they'll all return to dust."
Orson's eyes went cold. His voice boomed.
Death God's Breath!
A tide of black flame surged across the battlefield, carving ghostly, deep trenches in the earth below—a display of power far beyond any King-tier combatant.
It was a summoning from the Lord of the Underworld, beckoning the living into the abyss.
