The Hysteric Beast

In the heart of the fallen Cathedral, a once majestic structure now a haunting symbol of destruction attached to the palace, Mu Xue, Xavida, and Vela stood in their beautiful gowns, now marred with blood and dirt. 

The beautiful altar, made of crystal and marble, where Asura and Vela kissed moments ago, now lay in ruins, shattered into dust. 

Vela's new blade shimmered with the first taste of blood, her dress torn and ruined. Mu Xue's cold eyes and blue skin emitted a freezing aura. Xavida's backless dress served perfectly, as she hovers slightly with her lovely white wings carrying her light frame.

"Is it over?" Xavida asked, her eyes scanning for Asura, only to find countless corpses and fallen cultists. 

"I don't know, but the sky doesn't seem natural." Mu Xue clutched her arm. A flashback of her family being wiped out caused her to experience a strong sense of terror deep within. Unable to see Asura, she felt even more terrified.