Chapter 35: Special - !
[ hey my dear readers! Thank you for staying with me till this Chapter. I worked hard on this final free Chapter for two days straight, looking for a way to make it perfect for you. I even read English for four hours trying to find the best Grammatical phrases and words to use. Hope you guys enjoy it. The next Chapter would be coming either tomorrow or the day after. I'm done with my exams and I'm on holiday, so I have plenty of time to update for you guys! Thanks once again! And bye-bye!!]
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**A Thousand!**
Over a thousand demons raged and roared on the other side of the great white wall. They banged their weapons with utter ferocity, trying their best to break down the barrier that stood defiant against their onslaught.
The sky loomed dark above them, and the furious echoes of the demons shook the very ground beneath their feet. Despite their relentless efforts, not even a scratch marred the pristine surface of the holy-looking wall.
On the other side, four figures clad in majestic heavenly armor stood, their expressions grave.
One warrior donned crimson armor, a massive greatsword strapped to his back. His unreadable expression betrayed the tension in his grip as he prepared for battle.
Beside him was a stout lady cloaked in dark fabric, her hood shadowing her face. The cloak was adorned with intricate magic circles that pulsed with power. Her purple hair framed a countenance of fierce concentration, her gloved hands focused intently on the wall, as if any distraction could spell disaster.
Another figure stood with an aura of calm that contrasted sharply with the chaos surrounding them. She exuded an elegant and holy presence, her serene gaze studying the wall as if it held all the secrets of their fate. Her hands rested lightly on the staff she wielded, a conduit for her divine energy.
Finally, the leader of the group—the great knight clad in heavenly battle armor—stood ready. His armor bore an intricate design reminiscent of the mage's cloak, and he held a golden sword in one hand while the other gripped a magic-amplifying glove. Sharp yet calm, his gaze embraced the cacophony of demonic roars, finding pleasure in the challenge that awaited them.