Lyle was surrounded by the same demons that had attacked Eriavel. This time, however, there were twelve of them, with three more lying on the ground in their own blood as a result of deep cuts.
Moonlight scarcely reached the forest floor, and within that limited light, Lyle was hidden in the shadows. But the demons, bathed in silver light, with their ashen skin cracked and a faint scarlet glow leaking from within, looked truly horrifying.
“Your struggle is for naught,” one of the demons barked, a wide grin on her face. She stood behind the rest, leaning on a giant axe embedded in one of the velmoryns’ corpses. “The harder you try, the more painful your death will be.”
But Lyle didn’t respond. She didn’t even acknowledge the demons’ presence.
Her eyes were fixed on one of the Velmoryn bodies scattered across the forest floor, all hacked apart and mutilated. It was a gruesome sight. Guts, blood, and filth smeared across everything in the area.
“Father, your pitiful children have died. Grant me strength to avenge them…”
As her whisper echoed in my mind, I felt a powerful pull coming from Lyle. It was nothing like what I felt when Tekla tried to channel my divinity, not even when Amon used it like an ointment. This time the feeling was much stronger. Stronger and heavier.
A blue window formed in my sight.
[Oath of Just Slaughter]
Your Inquisitor has invoked Oath of Just Slaughter and requests permission to channel your divinity.
Permit the invocation? [ Y / N ]