As night fell, it wasn't long before moonlight began spilling over the dense woods outside the town. At the same time, it illuminated the figure of the beautiful, valiant, and sacred Al'ar, clad in golden-red full plate armor.
She stood on the open ground before the woods, her tall, imposing figure matched perfectly by her red-plumed, fully enclosed helmet. Together with the greatsword in the same golden-red style, it made her radiate an unparalleled aura of majesty and strength.
Of course!
Al'ar was no longer a "Claymore." Like Elena, she had "died," and had now been successfully struck from the Organization's rolls.
She was now a Warrior of the "Judgment Legion," the resistance that Clare and Elena had built around Annie. She was No. 3, known as "Al'ar of the Ripples"!
No. 1 was, of course, Elena, who called herself the "Chief Judge." No. 2 was Clare, whom Elena called the "Judgment Angel," though she had yet to rejoin them.
Naturally, those things that were still unknown to the public weren't important. What mattered was what Al'ar had to do tonight—and what was about to emerge from the woods.
That's right!
Al'ar was waiting for yoma: monsters that ate human organs and brains.
And there were a lot of them!
"..."
Although she had already locked onto the yoma and determined their approximate number by sensing their demonic energy, Al'ar stood motionless, holding her greatsword without the slightest sign of worry.
Under the moonlight, the gemstones set into her blade, etched with fantastical runes, glittered brilliantly. The blade also reflected the silver glow of the moon above. Combined with the resolute, cold gaze visible through the slits in her helmet, she looked like someone no one would want to cross.
"..."
Al'ar remembered hearing that, under normal circumstances, yoma didn't