Despite having lost an arm, Aliastar did not react with pain. Though he hesitated to go against this creature.

For the first time, he felt uncertainty about his next action. He could not decide whether to attack or retreat. As a primarch this was a humiliating situation but survival came first.

His guards who had been hidden nearby had already revealed themselves when they sensed danger. However, they had not survived long enough to act. Their bodies had been destroyed completely, reduced to a blood mist cloud by the creature.

The scale of the destruction made it clear that the blood cloud in the air did not come from a single arm of Alistair but several bodies exploding at once.

Aliastar took a slow breath as he tried to steady himself. At that moment, the space around them began to distort. Everyone present noticed it at the same time.

William, Winston, Tamasya, and others turned their attention toward the shifting space. Two figures appeared instantly.

Victor and Elavnil had arrived. The Vampire and Dragon primarchs had arrived. Those struggling under Rah’s terror felt a glimmer of hope that the mighty primarchs would save them.

Victor’s gaze moved immediately toward Rah. Rah’s single eye met his gaze directly from a distance. The silent exchange between them carried a clear challenge.

"Tsk, so you are just an unruly beast," Victor spoke before his form expanded and transformed into that of a dragon. The transformation released an ancient and overwhelming aura that spread across the entire area. The pressure reached even the city below, affecting every mortal within range.

The Draconic Apotheosis had revealed his true form.

roaaarrrr!!! A powerful roar followed.

The sound echoed through the sky, shaking the surroundings. Those who heard it felt their bodies weaken, as if their courage had been stripped away.

Rah responded immediately.

Its body began to grow larger, matching Victor’s size.

In the next moment, Rah disappeared from its original position and reappeared directly in front of Victor.

A long and chilling screech escaped from Rah’s maw directly upon Victor’s face.

The sound carried a strong mental impact. William felt it immediately. The effect was so intense that, without the mark of a servant placed upon Rah that protected him, he would have suffered serious damage to his mind.

Fortunately, his mom and Tamasya were unaffected.

Meanwhile, others in the pulvinar were not as fortunate. Those with weaker mental strength felt overwhelming mental pain from the sound.

William noted this and decided to ask Rah about it later.

William stood on top of Sunchaser as he observed the situation.

In his mind, he began to consider his next move. This moment seemed like the best opportunity to eliminate these people, including deacons of all church branches and other high-ranking church people, while they were distracted and weakened.

However, something unexpected happened. His stellar fire flickered in his mind as if warning him.

The stellar fire began to behave like a living entity driven by hunger. He could feel it reacting to something nearby.

His instincts guided his gaze toward Elavnil.

An attack of a strange red flame had formed in her hand.

The energy within it was dense and dangerous. Without hesitation, she launched it toward the area where the common people were evacuating, directly targeting them and Anastasia. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Her motive was to erase traces of every witness to protect the primarch’s reputation.

William reacted to this development immediately.

"Shit!!" But midway, he realized the speed of the attack was too great. Intercepting it directly would be impossible.

His eyes moved quickly as he searched for another option.

He noticed Tamasya engaged in battle with the weakened Aliastar. She was positioned farther away, making it impossible for her to intervene in time.

Anastasia was still focused on protecting the remaining civilians. A barrier surrounded them, shielding them from the shockwaves created by the ongoing battles.

William’s mind raced.

His current speed was not enough to reach the attack in time. Even if he used a space-based spell, it would only stop Elavnil herself, not the attack she had already launched.

Frustration built within him as he realized the limitations of his options.

The situation forced him into a moment of intense pressure, where every decision carried immediate consequences.

At that very moment, something happened that completely shocked William. An unexpected person arrived.

He watched as the blood-red flame, which had been moving at terrifying speed toward the crowd and his mom, suddenly collided with a silver beam of energy.

The beam appeared instantly, formed from a white-silver energy, and shone brightly even against the violent glow of the blood flame.

The impact caused the flame to disperse in all directions, losing its shape and force. The beam dispersed as well, ensuring the attack failed.

Anastasia and the remaining crowd were shielded completely, allowing them to remain unharmed despite the destructive intent behind the attack. All of them looked at the source of the attack.

Before William could fully process what had just happened, a pillar of white light descended rapidly from the sky. It cut through the air, drawing the attention of everyone present.

From within that descending light, a figure emerged.

An armored woman appeared.

She landed with grace. Her expression was unwavering. The armor she wore was entirely silver, crafted with divine materials that were etched with symbols of the moon. Its surface carried faint runes that pulsed slowly, giving it an otherworldly appearance.

It was Samantha.

Anastasia’s eyes widened as she saw her.

Her gaze was fixed on Samantha’s back, as if trying to confirm what she was seeing. For a brief moment, she remained still, surprised by her sudden arrival. She would have never imagined that the sister who despised her so much would come to protect her.

Samantha turned her head slightly, glancing at Anastasia from the corner of her eyes.

"I hope you do not mind me using your divine armor," she said in a calm tone.

Anastasia paused for a moment as she heard those words. The surprise slowly faded from her expression, replaced by a gentle smile.

"It belongs to you as much as it belongs to me, sister," she replied.

The exchange between them was brief, but it carried a sense of understanding that did not require further explanation.

Samantha’s eyes turned to look at the vampire primarch, and in an instant, she confronted her.