Klosan's Sword Dance

At this moment,

the Roman Cathedral's once-silver-white style had become a purgatory of war.

Flames from the abyss ravaged the area, reducing all beauty to ashes and filling the air with a pungent scorched stench and an atmosphere of unease.

But Klosan had experienced far too much in the Lost Sea, so she felt neither nausea nor revulsion at the sight.

Only a faint sense of pity.

Though she liked to call herself support staff,

as a high-ranking Tier Three,

Klosan's combat ability ranked near the top of the entire Saint Mourning Hughie Fal battlefield. It was simply that the tactical objective Su Wen had given her was indeed rather difficult:

She needed to reach one of the four supporting rune stones around the Abyss Gate,

pick any one of them, and destroy it!

Of course,

Klosan's infiltration skills posed no problem at all.

After silently eliminating several Blood Moon Believers guarding key positions from the shadows, she had opened an exceptionally clear path for Lorenz Riel's support troops.

At the same time, she used the movements of their main force to draw attention away and further conceal her own presence.

Thus, Klosan assisted from the shadows as she followed the main force to one corner of the Abyss Gate's core area.

That place should originally have been Saint Mourning Hughie Fal's confessional.

But now,

even the head of the enormous pure-white statue belonging to the gods inside the confessional had been knocked away somewhere unknown.

She really wanted to complain,

but held herself back.

All that remained here was a massive rune stone radiating a dim light, drawing a vast chaotic radiance toward the more distant Abyss Gate.

Seeing this, Klosan could not help muttering indignantly to herself,

"Rhine,

you really know how to make trouble for me!"

Doctor