Chapter 266 - A Tribute to the Mistress Of Dark

Blood…It flows in times of desperation, and for better or for worse, it's soon washed with mournful tears. Carried by the howl of deep sorrow, the souls of such warriors lost in battle ascend to martyr-hood and shine upon those left behind as blinding beacons of unrelenting struggle. At times, however, the one who's lost is no meager foot soldier, but an angel amongst angels, that need more than a deeply lamented funeral.

 

"Amedstia Asmodia Archangelieus, I bring you…" Floating above an army in which her brother contested for the most bodies, Reya looked down with contempt as her eyes bleed in lament for her sister. "A sacrifice."

 

Trailing out with her words, a dark magic circle as big as the battlefield emerged above the dying soldiers. Infused with arcane magic, something her sister had been a fond maestro of, Reya summoned through it an army of otherworldly creatures to descend down and tear apart the royal armies.