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It was an indescribably grim chorus of shouts and battle cries.
Those grim shouts and battle cries echoed across a battlefield.
A battlefield centered around a fortress.
On that battlefield, people fought with resounding cries as though they were shouting out the last brilliance of their lives, their voices filling the sky. The air was steeped in tragedy and gunpowder smoke, making hearts clench.
There were two factions on that battlefield.
One faction wore Spirit Armaments transformed from spirits and continuously launched fierce assaults toward the fortress.
The other used that fortress as its base, mercilessly releasing the spirits under its command against the charging faction with Spirit Armaments, having spirits of all shapes, attributes, abilities, and ranks strike back.
Centered around Elf Users wearing various Spirit Armaments and Elf Users commanding differently shaped spirits, the warriors of the two factions waged a brutal battle across the field.
For a time, the air was filled with flashing blades and sword shadows, while waves of divine power battered the atmosphere. The clangor of weapons rang without end, creating an exceptionally stirring scene.
However, the spirits and Elf Users fighting on the battlefield were merely foot soldiers of the two factions.
The battle that would truly decide victory and defeat was not taking place on the battlefield, but had entered its final stage within the magnificent fortress.
It was a corridor stained crimson by the blood of countless fallen soldiers.
Within that corridor, a girl with beautiful waist-length golden hair, radiating majesty and holiness, charged forward like the wind while repeatedly swinging a steel sword blazing with dazzling light like a storm, sending streaks of sword light flashing in every