Souta already knew how this would end.
Saya had told him thatonly she would survive this calamity.
The Vajra Race would fall.
Every last one of them.
Their warriors.
Their cities.
Even their Gods.
Saya would lose everything.
Souta watched in silence as she fought her way through the carnage, driven by nothing but the instinct to survive. She unleashed everything she had without restraint, spells tearing through the battlefield, blades cleaving apart dark apparitions by the dozens. She did not hesitate. She did not hold back.
Because there was no one left to save.
High above, the God-rank beings of the Vajra Clan clashed with the strongest of the enemy forces. Divine authorities collided, tearing the sky apart. Yet beneath them, the enemies below God-rank were countless, their numbers so vast they blotted out the land itself.
An ocean of abominations.
No reinforcements came.
