To the Church

Talon stared into the night sky for a while.

But now, the moving shadows stirred a memory within him.

This was the same thing that happened in his nightmare.

The nightmare where the Capital of Rondor, the City of Render was nothing more than a ghost town, and its largest marketplace and the buildings around it were engulfed in flames.

And this was the very same feeling, like the end of his nightmare, the moving shadows.

Without saying a word, he activated his first weapon, the Crimson Veil.

He activated it to its strongest capacity, shrouding the whole bandit camp in thick red fog.

"What is this?"

Asked the Revenant, his voice was strangely tinged with a feeling of awe.

Without uttering a single word, he rushed to the Revenant, his physical capabilities boosted to another level by the crimson Veil.