Remember Our Faces

"He took the Sword of the Spirit, which is the Word of God, and cut me free from sin, its dominion, and heritage in the name of the Almighty." Anton had resumed the battle against Melania, who held her blood-stained sword.

His wounds increased with each passing second of combat. He knew that his sword was the only weapon he could use against this goddess of decay since conventional weapons were useless against her.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The bullets that struck her body bounced off; the damage was minimal.

Anton could inflict more wounds, but it seemed useless as her vitality was far greater than they had anticipated.

"Focus your fire on a single point."

"Don't be afraid."

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Anton covered his head with his right hand as he dodged the sword strikes that wreaked havoc around him. Everyone recognized his skills, so they thought their attacks would be enough, but that wasn't the case.

"Don't be fools; aim for the head."

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Amidst the screams and explosions, Anton appeared beside Melania, moving his sword with terrifying speed, and it clashed against Melania's.

"Argh!!!"

Crack!

The agents of the light looked on in horror as Anton showed signs of defeat for the first time.

Anton was sent flying again, his right arm torn off, but the wounds on Melania's body were so severe that her attacks had slowed down.

"I must become stronger." Anton rose once more and charged at the woman, who had lost her helmet long ago.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Many had died; more than half of the agents of the light had lost their lives.

Inside this damp cave, there was nothing but the overpowering stench of blood.

"You're stronger than I expected. I'm impressed." Melania's voice echoed as she split more agents of the light in half.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

"These beings are strong but insignificant to my sword."

Anton stood up again, having lost his sword long ago, but still, cloaked in both darkness and light, he launched himself into the attack once more.

Boom!

With a kick, Melania was thrown backward with force.

But before Anton could make his next move, a white light, barely perceptible to him, severed his right leg.

Crack!

Anton, who had always held the upper hand in his battles, fell to the ground.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sounds were barely audible to Anton; he had stopped hearing them.

"This is the end for all of you. Humanity will pay for its sins and perish."

Rafael, seeing Anton kneeling, trying to stand even after losing two limbs, charged into the battle.

"You still don't understand the difference between your mortal strength and that of a goddess." Melania wasn't in good shape, but with Anton in such a state, she wasn't afraid of being defeated here.

"Malania, Blade of Miquella, it's you who understands nothing... Humanity's potential for evolution is limitless!!" Anton roared as he prepared to use the last weapon in his arsenal.

Rafael, who had recovered and launched his attack regardless of the outcome, shouted, "Father of Light, it was an honor."

Anton's blurry vision caught sight of Rafael, the man who had fought to fulfill his vengeance. Despite his strength, he fought fearlessly against beings far more powerful than him.

But both he and the others were unprepared for this battle.

Crack!

Jay, who had stood after being thrown by the mere wind of the attacks, watched as Rafael was pierced by Melania's long sword.