"Begin!"
For a moment, the Resistance army vanished, replaced by a blinding sea of golden light.
Every soldier erupted into radiance, their forms merging with the brilliance above.
The sun itself seemed to answer their call, flaring brighter as their light intensified. Heat rippled through the air, and members of the Will Guard had to shield their eyes, their armor glowing white-hot.
Then, as one, the ocean of light surged forward in a singular beam of light that ripped across the land. The ground turned to glass in their wake; the air torn apart to make way.
But amidst the incoming devastation, the Sentinels didn’t even blink. Their masked faces stayed still.
"Step forward," the second Sentinel ordered.
Two soldiers obeyed, walking out from the Will Guard’s ranks to stand before the Sentinels.
"Do it," the taller Sentinel said.
The two hesitated only a moment before removing their cloaks.
Anorah’s eyes blew wide the moment she saw the markings carved into their torsos. The tattoos!
’No...’
Both men lifted their heads skyward and spoke as one:
"Let there be no light."
Their bodies imploded in blinding flashes. A spear of darkness shot upward, piercing the heavens.
The sun dimmed, then died. The light surrounding the Resistance army flickered, then collapsed entirely.
The world was plunged into absolute night.
Anorah felt her heart pound. She stared in disbelief as shadows swallowed everything.
The current attack was one she’d created specifically for this moment.
She had achieved it by combining the power of every single one of them. She was still god in this world, and her energy was boundless.
This was the earlier hope she’d seen and believed in. Eventually, even if it was through sheer grit, they would win.
But though she’d expected that the Will Guard could have more of the tattooed warriors from earlier, she hadn’t worried about it since their power only affected Will.
However, it would appear that her assumption had been wrong. Their technology didn’t only affect Will, it affected reality!
’Snap out of it!’
She forced her mind to steady, her thoughts cutting through the panic.
Their power came from light; without it, she was crippled, god or not. It was like having her connection to the world severed.
’I have to keep moving.’
Her hand reached for her sword. Even in this void, as a god, she still felt a thread of power within her grasp. An enormous amount of energy was still within her, but she had to use it sparringly.
No matter how much she tried, a force was holding her back from reigniting the light.
’It’s not forever,’ she soon realized. The force holding her back waned with every passing second.
’We just have to survive until then.’
Anorah unsheathed her sword, the sound sharp against the silence.
"With me!" she thundered, about to charge forward when a whistle sliced through the darkness.
She slipped into Logoth on instinct. The silence deepened and perception sharpened. With her inner light, she could see the world clearly. The sight made her freeze.
A sword was inches from piercing her chest.
Just as she was about to act, the sound of steel piercing flesh echoed, confusing her.
’I can’t feel anything.’
She focused on her front, and what she saw made her blood run cold.
"No..."

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