The deep and dark forest fell silent, all sounds fading away.
A giant sword as tall as a person had pierced through "Longbowman" Rees's chest, nailing him firmly to an ancient oak tree.
Blood flowed down along the sword and the trunk's grooves, pooling into a puddle on the ground.
Just a few minutes ago, this battle had been quite intense.
Rees, weaving through the forest, kept shooting arrows imbued with Chaos aura, trying to wear down the so-called Rock Sword Saint with terrain and distance.
Yet the reality was harsh; despite all his efforts, he could not defeat the "Thoughts of All," an embodiment of righteousness gathered from countless hearts.
He couldn't even leave a scratch on that Sword Saint...
Rees spat out a mouthful of blood.
He reached out with a trembling hand, grasping the mountain-like resolute sword blade and smeared his darkening blood onto it.
"Even as a ghost... I will not let you off..."
