The sky trembled.The sword… was falling.
At first slowly, like a divine object escorted by wind and light. But it didn't take long before its speed increased. The sound of air and space being ripped apart echoed like the screams of a thousand souls.
SHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!
Golden light split the clouds. The tip of the divine sword pierced the world's sky, aimed directly at the new center of power the three death queens who stood without fear.
"Finally," Sylvia muttered. "Took them long enough," scoffed Stacia, her black book floating beside her.
Alicia stepped forward, her long staff glowing in her right hand. At its tip, a small lantern began to glow with a blue-green flame calm, yet exuding a piercing chill.
"I'll go first," she said softly, and tapped the staff against the ground.
TENG!!!
