Chapter 33 - 1000 Years Ago
Annie stood on the fractured marble floor, her boots crushing shards of broken bone and rusted armor as she watched the scene unfold.
The faint glow of her Light Creation shimmered around her like a protective veil. She wasn't surprised to hear that the Skeleton Queen had arrived. In truth, she had been expecting it.
Just like the werewolves had once pledged their alliance to the Purgatorists, so had the undead.
There had been far too many bone traps, too many hollow footsteps echoing without source.
It had only been a matter of time before the queen showed her face—and probably the Skeleton King too.
"They're trying to reclaim their glory," Annie murmured, her eyes narrowing as she saw some skeleton's traps on her path.
"The days when Purgatorists, Demons, and Skeletons marched together... When the world nearly crumbled beneath their combined power."
Lunara stood beside the Skeleton Queen, gripping the hilt of her massive sword with both hands. Her crimson eyes flickered with restrained fury.
"A thousand years ago," Annie continued, "they almost succeeded in wiping out humanity. If it hadn't been for the Reaper, the strongest human alive, the Fairy Queen, and those other heroes..."
Her voice trailed off, but the memory of those names still echoed in the old tomes.
Lunara's breath came out in a slow, steady rhythm. She was listening, but her gaze was fixed on the undead horde rising from the shadows. Their hollow sockets glowed like dying stars.