"There were always far too many unexpected things in this world. All any of us could do was adapt as best we could to those rapid changes and reversals. After all... weren't you the one who said we had 'no other choice'? Now that I thought about it, I found that what you said did make some sense. After all, in many situations, those ignorant fools full of themselves deserved to have 'no other choice'!
Punk mockingly watched the Morningstar Priest slowly descend before him. Standing within his shield, he stared at the pale-faced Anthony as if he were examining a corpse. His sarcastic words were as cold and piercing as an icy winter gale, while his gaze was deeper and clearer than a frigid pool in winter.
At this point, the battle was truly and completely over, because the attackers from the Pantheon had been reduced to the miserable state of a lone commander—only "Radiant Purity" remained to face a formidable enemy.
Mortlett had been beheaded by Kexviya, and his flesh and blood had been scattered across the entire battlefield by the destruction caused by his own divine spell explosion.
Kona had also burned away her soul and turned into ashes that gradually drifted away on the wind. Fallen on the distant ground, every flame on her body had long since gone out, leaving her as nothing more than a fragile pile of glowing embers. The female priest who had unleashed such astonishing combat power moments ago was now merely a lifeless shell.
But one must not forget that Punk, the target of the ambush, had remained virtually unscathed from beginning to end. All he needed to do now was hide safely within his protective magic and patiently wait to recover, then calmly step out and kill the last