Opening her eyes, a horrifying battlefield stretched before her. An arrow, brimming with a sinister energy, came hurtling straight toward her. She froze, as if rooted to the spot. If she didn’t act, the arrow would embed itself in her eye.0

“Saintess!”0

An old knight stepped forward, sweeping his weapon to deflect the arrow. Without hesitation, he swung his aura-charged sword in a wide arc. The energy soared through the air, severing the head of the undead archer who had fired.0

She recognized his back immediately.0

“Sir Polman…” she whispered.0

“Saintess! Get a hold of yourself! This is a battlefield!”0

Sir Polman’s firm voice snapped Siwelin out of her daze.0

That’s right. This wasn’t the time to stand idly. 0

They were in the middle of a desperate war against the Immortal Army that had ravaged the lands of every kingdom and people. The fanatics of the moon god were at their doorstep, threatening to take this final sanctuary. If this place fell, their world would be doomed.0

“I’m fine now,” she said, pulling away from Polman’s supporting hand and standing on her...0