Chapter 102: Grace of Providence
Following the collapse of the awakened commander, Seraphim gave her silver blade a sharp twist and pulled it free, tearing through flesh and unleashing a fresh wave of greenish blood.
After that, she swung the sword to the side, flinging away bits of brain matter and gore clinging to the edge.
It was finally over.
There was no need to check if it still lived. The voice of Chaos had already echoed in her mind, confirming the kill. She had delivered the finishing blow.
More importantly, it had granted her a Nightmare — and it was an armor-type — exactly what she needed. Her advanced battlesuit had stopped functioning some time ago, leaving her virtually unprotected in the Chaos Realm. At this point, she might as well have been walking around in her birthday suit.
With a tired sigh, Sera summoned the chaos runes.
Nightmare: [Duskborne Armor]
Nightmare Rank: Awakened
Nightmare Type: Armour
Nightmare Description. [A shard of solitude forged in the all-swallowing darkness of Soul Grave. Burdened by the weight of the ruined world, a lone wanderer traversed the desolate wastes in search of his twilight. But as time passed, the purpose of his journey faded, along with his memories, name, and history. What remained was a hollow shell, emptied by loss. This armor draws its strength from the wearer’s grief, growing heavier, and more powerful, with every sorrow carried.]
’What an interesting description.’