"May the Holy Light bless us. What exactly happened?"
Lord Maxwell poked his head out of the chapel, his expression grim as he gazed around. As a member of the Silver Dawn, Duke Sellenhoff had always been committed to fighting the Undead Disaster. The Silver Dawn had built a chapel in this cursed land of the Eastern Plaguelands as a forward fortress against the Undead Disaster.
For the Holy Knights of the Silver Dawn, this was a long and arduous task...or at least, it should have been.
But now, what was he looking at?
Lord Maxwell stared blankly at the scene before him, hardly daring to believe his own eyes. He had stayed at the Chapel of Holy Light for a very long time and was extremely familiar with this land. In his memory, the Eastern Plaguelands had been cursed and corrupted, a land filled with decay and stench.
But now, what he saw before him looked more like a furnace. Everything here seemed to have been destroyed by flames, and everything within sight was burning fiercely.
"What exactly is going on?"
Crusader Commander Erigor and Scarlet Commander Marlann also appeared at the entrance of the Chapel of Holy Light, their brows furrowed as they stared at the scene in astonishment.
"Could this be some kind of attack?"
"I don't think so. No matter what kind of attack it was, it couldn't possibly cover the entire Plaguelands. Perhaps it was the Disaster..."
After all, they had all seen the golden radiance descending from the sky, shining like meteors. To be honest, the only thing they had been able to do at the time was gather everyone inside the Chapel of Holy Light and activate the barrier. Fortunately, those golden beams had not attacked the chapel. Otherwise...they probably would not have