Chapter 150: The Truth Of The Past (3)
Cassandra looked around frantically, the metallic sounds of clashing weapons reaching her ears and causing an unnecessary level of anxiety to build in her heart. It was a very gloomy environment... an incredibly gloomy one.
With just one glance, the Ancient Woman could see that tens of thousands of people had lost their lives on the battlefield around her.
The rising shouts, battle cries, heart-wrenching sobs, and more echoed in her ears alongside the clanging of metal.
It was a heavy sound. Even Cassandra had rarely encountered such a battlefield before the era of peace had begun.
"Is this... the future?" Cassandra asked aloud. The people running around her seemed to pass through her body as if they were spirits, reminding Cassandra once again that this was a memory.
Yet it was too painful to be just a memory. It was truly impossible for anyone to remain sane in such an environment.
Cassandra began to walk, looking at the bodies of angels and demons standing around her and seeing the dead bodies of dozens, hundreds of world races.
A scream reached her ears between her steps, and the Ancient Woman suddenly turned her head towards the scream.
In the distance, among hundreds of dead bodies, Cassandra could see one very clearly... A man sitting on the ground, tired and hunched over, holding someone in his arms.