All things come together. All things converge at a single point, and then it explodes.
Damon was sure that was what was happening. Everyone was gathering here, demons and Goddess Races alike.
A decade ago, no one would have believed they would ever work together, but now it was happening.
The footsteps of the marching army were met by the troops of the Temple, who held their ground through sheer faith.
Damon took a deep breath, the unease in his chest growing deeper and deeper. For some reason, he wanted to end this quickly.
Yet Aetherus had not shown himself. Instead, the one who appeared was the Holy Emperor, holding a long staff with a statue of the Goddess mounted on it.
He raised his staff toward the heavens, his robes and hair fluttering in the gathering magical pressure, and then brought it down against the ground with tremendous force.
His voice boomed across the battlefield.
