"That's not how it was..." Phainon retorted.
"I was only chosen as the vessel."
"The Black Tide of thirty million worlds consumed so many lives. They were the source of [Iron Tomb]'s hatred..." He tightened his grip on the Invasion Dawn Greatsword, his knuckles turning faintly white from the force.
"These things... they just won't stop coming!" March 7th pulled back her longbow with all her strength. The taut string gave off a faint hum as an ice-blue arrow tore through the air and pierced a small Black Tide monster lunging toward her.
The instant the arrowhead sank in, frost patterns blossomed across the monster's pitch-black shell.
The monster exploded into a churning cloud of black mist, but more shadows were already pouring in from the side. The dense rustling of their crawling forced her to quickly leap aside, her boot heel scraping a short mark through the gravel.
Cyrene also held a longbow, firing several light arrows in succession. Their trails resembled streaming flames as they temporarily drove back several approaching monsters.
She took a slight breath, fine sweat beading at her temples. Her voice remained calm, though a trace of barely perceptible worry seeped through.
"The Black Tide on Amphoreus was the same before... endless."
Dan Heng frowned tightly.
"The connection between Iron Tomb and Amphoreus runs too deep. As long as it still exists, the memories and pain of this land will continue to be stirred. These monsters will likely keep coming without end."
Just as the pressure on the Chrysos Heirs abruptly intensified and their line was forced to contract--
Yan Huan lightly jumped down from the air, kicking up a small ring of dust when he landed.
The Judgment of Shamash Greatsword on his shoulder still burned with an ominous crimson blaze, subtly warping the