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A member of the Abyssal Gate entangled with a ferocious werewolf, swung his flail with a searing blaze. As the beast lunged again, undeterred by pain or injury, the weapon lashed out in a blazing arc.
The knight's potential, Wrathful Flail, triggered, and the head of his flail ignited with flames. The werewolf had charged headlong, trusting his formidable physique to take care of any glancing blows—only to be struck square in the chest as the attack landed with explosive force.
Fire and shockwave erupted in unison, blasting the werewolf backwards through the air.
"The Church of Nightfall?! Impossible. How can they still wield the Lady of the Night's power? And could that be Eunice, the Lady of the Night herself? The God of Terror has already descended—the Lady should have vanished!"
The Abyssal Gate knight glanced skyward at the looming projection of the Lady of the Night, his thoughts in turmoil.
They had known about the church erected in her name via intelligence reports, but the God of Terror now walked the world! How could she still exist?
He pulled a scroll of restoration from his belt, tore it open, and slapped it against the gaping wound left by the werewolf's claws. Gentle light knit the torn flesh back together—but the knight didn't linger. He turned and fled without hesitation.
Meanwhile, having been blown away by the blast, the werewolf let out a low, painful howl. Despite his immense resilience, he'd taken the full brunt of a knight's offensive potential, not something that could easily be brushed off.
The fur and skin on his chest were scorched and quickly sloughed...
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