Shing!!! Shing!!!
Sophia brandished her sword, sitting within her tent, inside the war camp of the Unified Army. The complicated thoughts overwhelmed her mind.
She could not help but think for a moment what Axel would say if she asked the Runecaster about the words asked by Osiris.
Sophia let out a soft sigh and stopped her messy train of thought. Her eyes turned cold, a ruthless expression on her face, filled with killing intent, because…
Today marks exactly a week since that moment of Osiris's statement.
Today is the day when the ceasefire ends.
Today is the day of the dawn of the final clash.
Both forces would go all out…. to establish the rightful victor.
And today is the day she would kill Osiris, for planting that doubt within her. She would answer the demon's query by ending his life.
Today would be the day she would become the Doom for the Demon of Despair.
Sophia stood and walked out of the tent as her expression returned to a cold, detached state.
