Red flashes shined upon the sea of armored soldiers, swords and bows, scattered all over the walls. Everyone stood silently in that faithful night. Suddenly, rain came down. Drop by drop, it drummed against the helmets and iron. Torches moved in the distance, like an endless field of stars, growing, approaching. Their march was getting louder, followed by unholy shouts.
Monika looked around her. Her army bravely stood still, squeezing their weapons. Aaron was at the head of the infantry, taller than any soldier around him. Rain kept running down his head and neck, into his armor, but he stood proudly and firmly. Right next to him was Justice. There was no fear on her face. To face evil was the chosen purpose of her life. But Monika could not find Mercy and Amadeus anywhere, which surpris
