Holy Magic Reversal

The deepest level, the twelfth floor, was likely designed as a tomb for the Holy Relic Knight. It's extravagant to dedicate an entire floor to serve as a burial site. The vast necropolis stretched out endlessly in every direction, but it had been left in utter disarray by the spells I had unleashed.

Despite the devastation, the coffin and the bouquets of flowers surrounding it remained untouched, no matter how powerful the attacks I unleashed upon them.

Amidst the colorful flowers, my sword clashed with the knight's, sending sparks flying. But calling it an exchange of blows would be an overstatement.

I continued to swing my sword, mimicking the movements ingrained in my body from countless practice sessions, just as the Revenants and the Holy Relic Knight once did.