Victory! What a beautiful word. It represented glory, hope, success, survival... Like diamonds adorning the night, it drew everyone to reach out and pursue it. Its radiance dazzled the eyes of fighters, reflecting a brilliant starry sky.
Even when a life-or-death contest had only just begun, the very existence of victory was already the core of every struggle.
So, when this gemstone called "victory" lay within arm's reach, who could possibly gaze at it without a ripple of emotion?
At the very least, Anthony could not. He longed for victory, and he pursued victory. As the sweet fruit of triumph was about to enter his mouth, the Morningstar Priest, finally breathing a heavy sigh of relief, felt his soul instantly become light and comfortable.
The wise Radiant Purity understood clearly that, now that the battle had reached this stage, and Kona and Mortlett had both paid the price of their lives for so-called "victory," this disastrous conflict had completely lost any room for negotiation and entered its final, life-or-death phase. The orange-red sky stained by the Sun Throne had thrown all spatial teleportation into chaos. Whether it was Whisper of Destruction or Radiant Purity himself, neither of the "warriors" entering this battlefield had the option of escape.
They had to pursue victory across this devastated battlefield. The winner took everything, while the loser lost everything...
Yes, the legendary world was this cruel. Otherwise, how could Anthony, who held such a great advantage, possibly fail to remain calm in the face of a powerful enemy?
He was only just over a million years old. The young Morningstar Archbishop of the Church of the God of Justice was terribly afraid of death.
"Thank goodness, thank goodness. Apart from that terrifying golem, this troublesome enemy hasn't brought out any more absurd trump cards.