Immense power, chapter - 7
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Chapter 7 — When the Crusade Meets the Night
The first sign of the Holy Crusade was not banners.
It was sound.
A distant, rolling thunder that did not belong to the sky—boots striking earth in perfect rhythm, thousands moving as one. The ground itself seemed to recoil.
Arjun stood atop a rocky ridge overlooking the valley below.
Torches burned like a river of fire. Rows of white-and-gold armor advanced in formation, shields engraved with holy scripture, priests marching among them chanting blessings of s*******r.
At their center—
Siege constructs carved with divine runes.
“They didn’t come to capture us,” Lyra said quietly beside him.
“No,” Arjun replied. “They came to erase us.”
Moonlight reflected off her silver eyes. Her Lunaris aura flowed calmly now, no longer wild. She had changed.
So had he.
⟡ World Event Triggered ⟡
Holy Crusade: Phase One
Objective: Annihilation of the Black Star
A horn sounded from the crusade’s front line.
A priest stepped forward, voice echoing across the valley through magic.
“Arjun Noctis!”
“By divine decree, surrender the half-elf and submit to purification!”
Lyra’s jaw tightened.
Arjun walked forward alone, stopping at the edge of the ridge.
“I refuse,” he said simply.
The priest sneered. “Then be judged.”
The ground erupted.
Holy artillery fired beams of blinding light that tore through the hillside, vaporizing stone. Dust and shockwaves swallowed Arjun’s figure completely.
Soldiers cheered.
“He’s gone—!”
The dust parted.
Arjun stood unharmed.
Darkness curved around him like a cloak, absorbing divine energy effortlessly.
Lyra inhaled sharply.
“So this is you… when you stop holding back.”
Arjun raised his hand.
“Lyra,” he said calmly. “Stay close.”
She stepped beside him, moonlight flaring.
“I won’t fall behind.”
The first wave charged.
Hundreds of knights surged forward, shields raised, holy magic blazing.
Arjun stepped down from the ridge.
And vanished.
He reappeared inside their formation.
Shadows exploded outward.
Knights were flung into the air like broken dolls, armor collapsing inward under crushing pressure. Holy spells failed mid-cast, swallowed by abyssal darkness.
Lyra followed.
Silver arcs of moonlight sliced through the battlefield—not killing indiscriminately, but disabling, binding, severing mana circuits with surgical precision.
She moved like a dancer beneath the moon.
“Impossible…” a knight gasped as his magic failed. “My blessing—!”
“Was never yours,” Lyra said quietly.
High above, a command platform hovered.
An Apostle watched in silence.
Not Seraphiel.
Another.
Her wings were dark gold, her expression cold and calculating.
“Abyssal Core… and Lunaris Bloodline,” she murmured.
“So the prophecy breathes.”
She raised her hand.
“Advance Phase Two.”
The sky darkened.
Massive holy sigils ignited in the clouds.
Lyra felt it instantly.
“This pressure—Arjun, they’re invoking—!”
“I know.”
He clenched his fist.
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