But her words drew no one's attention. Her voice had long since been drowned out by the surging anger and hatred for the traitor.
Perhaps this illusion had already repeated itself countless times.
In the deepest reaches of this sea of consciousness.
She was sent to the Burning at the Stake rack again and again, burned to death again and again.
And just as the Matriarch had once told him, she had never been able to forget her sisters, the family who had fought beside her since birth. That was why she had sunk into the deepest reaches of this sea of consciousness, subjecting herself to this torment over and over.
She had not betrayed them, yet her actions had set her against everything she had once cherished. She could no longer stand alongside them.
And that was the barrier in her heart.
"Burn her to death!!"
At last.
Amid the howls of countless demons, burning arrows shot toward the Burning at the Stake rack. Here in the Abyss, everything had long since been assimilated by order. Every being was a follower of that ancient, mysterious Demon Lord. They could not tolerate even a speck of impurity, much less allow the once most loyal and powerful Archangel Commander to abandon the faith they all shared.
At that moment.
A dense volley of flaming arrows shot toward her, seemingly blotting out the entire sky.
Yet the Matriarch kept her head raised on the Burning at the Stake rack. Countless flaming arrows were reflected in her golden eyes, but she did not shrink back at all. It was a longing for freedom, an unyielding pursuit of the vast skies beyond the Abyss.
But just as those flaming arrows fell from the sky, her pupils suddenly widened.
At that moment, it was as