CH401: CHANGED

[Energy Transfer in Progress]

 

Chaos unraveled on the battlefield as the Blood Bishop's presence altered the weather patterns of the area he was in.

Dark, blood-red clouds bursting with red lights within frightened the once fierce Ethisian, Granian, and Cyclitharan soldiers who dropped their weaponry and ran for safety.

The scent of blood filled the air with strong winds spreading said scent as far as it could go. Hundreds feared for their lives and ran away in desperate attempts to keep them while others simply accepted fate and waited for their deaths to arrive.

They didn't know what was going on, who was responsible for it, or why such an occurrence decided to happen at that particular time. So, instead of trying to run from "fate—as they called it—they simply accepted to die there and then, ready to free themselves from the burdens of the mortal realm and this senseless war.