That scar was like a pitch-black stain, appearing exceptionally glaring amidst the dazzling light.
No time to ponder what this truly meant, Herbert's vision went black once again.
The perspective changed once more.
This time, he found himself on a battlefield shrouded in a blood-red mist.
Hundreds of agile War Angels, radiating a holy brilliance, stood ready.
Their wings unfurled, each feather shimmering with a holy light, gripping sacred weapons, they watched their enemies.
In front of them were endless and terrifying enemies of various forms, the Demons, roaring menacingly, charging towards the Angels.
Just as the two sides were about to clash, a resounding horn sounded from the center of the angelic battalion.
"Purify them! Let the glory of the Sun illuminate here!"
With a spirited shout, fierce battle erupted instantly, the cries of battle piercing the clouds.
The Angels swung their weapons, flowing like water among the enemy ranks, their figures like nimble lightning.
