I Guess You Are Fated To Suffer For Your Sins

When the Oracle of the Divine Army opened her eyes, she found herself lying at the base of a mountain.

Pain wracked her body, and several wounds and bruises could be seen on her once smooth and radiant skin. Her clothes were also in tatters, and the life-saving talismans that she carried to protect her were all gone.

If she had not used up all of those artifacts, she might have suffered injuries far worse than the ones she had at the moment.

It took her a moment to recall what had happened to her, and when she did, she realized that they had been so stupid to look down at the unknown projectile that came from the floating island.

"I'll kill that Heretic…" the Oracle of the Divine Army said through gritted teeth before inspecting her body, checking the severity of her injuries.

Her clothes, which looked more like rags, were dyed with her own blood. However, when she tasted blood on her lips, she subconsciously touched the base of her nose.