"Darkness Descends!" But that nameless priest clearly had no intention of letting Solam so easily undo the results of the blasphemous priests' efforts. He spread his hands and began chanting twisted praises and prayers to evil. Dense, pitch-black fog billowed from his body, and dark energy instantly enveloped the entire area, clashing against the positive energy brought forth by the Celestial Requiem.
As a follower of the Lord of Darkness, the nameless priest had access to the domains of evil, destruction, hatred, order, tyranny, and darkness. He could wield the power of darkness—a force of absolute destruction and evil, and precisely Heaven's greatest nemesis and mortal enemy.
When the Lord of Darkness's divine power descended, the Celestial Requiem's power was visibly restrained. The Nightmares that had been preparing to flee found their footing again under darkness's protection, continuously spewing flames reeking of sulfur to support the Fear Knights being suppressed by the paladins.
With the support of dark power, the Fear Knights gradually shook off the damage inflicted by holy light and once more clashed with the paladins.
At the same time, those wicked blasphemous priests used language that profaned the gods to weaken the celestial power Solam had summoned. That was what made blasphemous priests so formidable: they could erode and profane any force of goodness, even positive energy.
As the blasphemous words echoed once more, the formerly prosperous and beautiful district instantly turned back into a ghostly realm. Those highborn people who had once stood above others discovered, amid terror and despair, just how insignificant they were. Everyone was running and crying for help. The beauty that had once filled their world was gone, replaced by ruins and raging fires everywhere. Faint cries for help and wails of agony drifted out from beneath the rubble of collapsed houses.