The Children of Nether were powerful, supremely skilled, and fierce. They wielded their powers with profound mastery, and their Will washed over the devastated square like a tide. Fighting them felt like fighting Saint — theirs was a grounded, methodical, and indomitable battle style. It revealed the depths of their malevolent resolve and felt suffocating in its relentless inevitability.
However, today, they had met their match. Sunny, Nephis, and Saint were overwhelmingly powerful themselves. In fact, it was astonishing that a group of Great Nightmare Creatures could pressure them — having always fought across Ranks, Sunny had grown used to only being wary of Cursed abominations. A Great Nightmare Creature had to be at least a Terror to make him feel tense.
For now, their strength was evenly matched...
But that was only because the Great Devil who commanded the other Tainted Saints had not joined the battle yet. He was still motionless, observing the battle while resting his greatsword on the ground. Sunny was waiting for the moment when the eerie abominations would attack with somber anticipation, knowing that they would suffer as a result.
But even as the battle progressed, the Devil remained still.
And because he did not move, his warriors fell one by one.
The Fire Saint was the most fearsome and devastating among them, his flames capable of melting steel and turning stone into rivers of lava. However, he was also the unluckiest. And luck, too, dictated the limits of one's strength.
It would be difficult to find three enemies he was less suited to fight. Saint was extremely resistant to all elemental attacks, after all, so she was all but impervious to his flames. Sunny, meanwhile, had assumed the form of the Jade Titan, inheriting the same resilient trait.
Naturally, there was no point in even mentioning Nephis. As a Supreme Titan who had inherited the Fire of Sun God, trying to burn her was an exercise in futility.
So, the Fire Saint fell first. Saint caught him mid-swing, throwing the towering abomination off balance and sending him crashing to the ground with a push of her shield. Then, she destroyed him in the most brutal fashion — knowing that the enemy would protect the weak points of his armor even while prone, she simply raised her shield and repeatedly brought it down on his helmet.
After the first blow, the helmet bent. After the second, it cracked. After the third, it exploded into a cloud of shrapnel, stone fragments, and ruby dust. The Fire Saint's head was entirely crushed.
The Ice Saint had not fared much better. This one had a slimmer figure, unmistakably female. Her power was both potent and insidious, capable of rendering most terrible foes weak and vulnerable... however, the lethal cold she emanated was easily vanquished by Neph's immolating heat.
In some ways, she was even worse off than the Fire Saint in this battle — her power was not only ineffective against the enemy, it was directly countered by one of them.
She fell second. Nephis unleashed her flames to envelop the Ice Saint, and even if her armor managed to withstand the impossible heat, it began to glow with incandescent radiance, having turned softer and weaker. Saint used that weakness to pierce her fallen kin's chest, ending her profane existence with one decisive strike.



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