Holy war 8

When did it all go wrong? Mavis pondered this question endlessly, her thoughts consumed by the turmoil of war. The beacon of hope she once saw in the north, a radiant light promising salvation, had dimmed to nothingness. The hope that was supposed to be the world's savior had vanished, leaving behind a void of despair.

Were the tales of old mistaken? Were heroes truly meant to be the guardians of balance and the harbingers of peace? Then why, Mavis wondered, had everything crumbled so suddenly? How could the hero, the symbol of hope, be lost in the chaos without explanation?

That fateful day replayed in her mind like a relentless nightmare. The onslaught of dreadful demons, the frantic escape, and the shattered remnants of hope—all blurred together in a whirlwind of destruction. With each passing moment, it seemed as though the world was hurtling towards inevitable ruin.