Those who had seen the light could not bear the darkness, while those born in darkness would never think to seek the light.
This was a rule of human nature. Whether demonized Eredar or humans, all creatures with souls faced such thoughts and predicaments.
When faced with a life and a world completely different from before, it was like standing before a door. Would you push it open and step through, or turn away and return to your own dark hell?
Fate would put everyone to the test, but it had clearly been far too harsh on Lieutenant Nester, confronting him in a way that left him almost no choice.
The moment after the Eredar lieutenant and the Felguards under his command gaped in shock at Valarjar, which had suddenly appeared in the sky amid terrifying spatial fluctuations, the light of Teleportation lit up the land of Krokuun. When he saw the figures emerging from that light, Lieutenant Nester's first reaction was... run!
He had to run!
He could not win. He would die! If he did not leave... he would die!
The lieutenant drove his Felhound into a frantic sprint in the opposite direction. That reaction saved his life. The twelve Felguards who remained where they were were pierced a moment later by bolts of light fired from the drawn Holy Light War Bows in the Val'kyr Warriors' hands, dying pitifully on the spot.
These ordinary Felguards were simply no match for the golden Val'kyr Warriors. In terms of creature rank, it would take at least an elite demon warrior to fight these angelic, warlike beings, and even then, losses would outnumber victories.
After all, they were Valarjar's Val'kyr Guard, Odyn's most trusted armed handmaidens, with fighting power off the charts.
But Lieutenant Nester's escape was forcibly ended less