Drip, drip—
The once-holy divine robe of the pastoral path had been pierced through the back, a knight's longsword driven in through the shoulder blade. Golden streamers of divine patterns fluttered in the cold, sinister wind.
Blood slowly dripped to the ground along the keen blade.
Scarlet blood slowly trickled from the corner of Alex's mouth. The calmness usually in his bloodshot eyes was gone, replaced by a touch of madness.
"I still... won," Alex said softly.
Although Knight Riven had been summoned into the Realm of the Dead by Sister Tessa and pierced straight through Alex's chest and back with a single thrust, Alex had driven his dagger into Sister Tessa's heart before Riven's sword could stab into his back.
As Sister Tessa screamed, endless black vapor poured ceaselessly from the wound in her chest.
Memories flickered in and out of existence.
Sister Tessa had originally been a servant of Father God as well. But from what day onward had she suddenly changed?
As death approached, Sister Tessa suddenly saw those memories that had been deliberately concealed.
—Gods descended from the heavens and opened a magic box full of the unknown. In that instant, the world returned to chaos. Bright daylight was replaced by an endless night. Cages fell from the sky one after another. No one could escape; they could only become lowly Birds in a Cage.
When faith was shattered in that moment, a strange, bewitching voice softly called at her ear. "Go. Kill all the outsiders. They have twisted the value of life. They do not belong to Reincarnation. Only by killing them will the gods permit you to set foot upon the other shore."
From that day on, Sister Tessa lost all memories of her past. She became a sharp blade, a killer working for