The battle went on in full swing as Eleanor and Damien continued their rampage through the army of Farrowhall sirelings. It was soon becoming difficult for them to fight them considering that most of them were thousands of years old, just like Damien and the other Celestials.
Eleanor’s sword worked through crowds, slashing bodies in swift and precise motions as blood splattered all around her, covering her clothes, matting her hair and colouring her face in a crimson red.
Damien moved with the speed and agility of a hungry wolf as he devoured men after men, raining hell on them and killing them in the most merciless ways possible. All he saw was red and all he cared about was killing more and more sirelings that followed Octavius. He was sick and tired of all of the charades that the Fa
