Holy war 7

'Kneel?'

'Did a mere crow make me bow down?'

As anger rose within her Elizabeth's form distorted as she slowly got up, and looked at the unexpected visitors.

"Who are you?" Elizabeth's voice resonated with an unprecedented seriousness, a tone that betrayed the weight of her apprehension. Never before in her cursed existence had she encountered something so sinister, so palpably dark, existing within this world. It surpassed even the darkest depths of the god of darkness and death.

In a mere fraction of a moment, Elizabeth had peered into the crow's essence, and what she saw shook her to her core.

It was an abyss of darkness, unfathomable and consuming, a force that seemed to defy the very laws of existence.

And as she gazed into that abyss, it gazed back at her, sending a chill down her spine.