God Ash: Remnants of the fallen.-Chapter 916: For the Curtain Call, The End of the World as we Know It (7).

Chapter 916: For the Curtain Call, The End of the World as we Know It (7).

It was like the end of the world all over again.

Screams of madness and dying throes rang through, rising up into the dark skies.

By now, the entire world seemed to have completely dyed in only two colors;

Red, and black.

The light of the crimson moon filled the bodies of the Blood Moon Goddess’s followers, empowering them with inhuman strength and ability.

The tire through the world, the hard ground cracking and turning into dust beneath their feet with every swing of the weapon.

The brighter the moon flower, the greater their power waxed.

The same was true for the Devils.

By now, dark clouds stretched out from one end of the sky, right to the other.

And these were no ordinary dark clouds.

They were literal clouds of darkness. Of concentrated Devil Essence, raining down a thick, black most that perforated through the air and earth, seeping into the flesh of the Devils, making it writhe and dance with drunken might.

This battle was the culmination of weeks of constant skirmishes between the followers of the Blood Moon and the Devils.

Until finally, it had exploded today.

Both sides had decided to clash right at the edge of the Done of Blood.

This meant the humans had the defensive high ground and could quickly call for retreats at any time to reduce unnecessary losses.

Watching all this unfold, the Rat Keeper, Nockt, had a rather dark expression on his face.

Unlike most of the others, he was not skilled in battle at all. In fact, out of all his skills and spells, he only had a single offensive skill, {Hidden Blade}, which allowed him to conceal small weapons rather well.

Quite fitting for one with the moniker of Rat.

Beyond that, his job lay mostly in organizing the resources of the Blood Moon Sect.

This included the people, mana cores and shards, weapons and equipment, magical stones, metals and ores, and so on...

It was hard work, especially for just a single person, but he made it work.

He mostly took pride in how well he was able to manage the resources of the sect.

However...

"At this rate, we’ll end up using most of the mana core reserves before the day is over." He muttered to himself.

"What are you so worried about, Nockt? We’ll get a large stash of mana cores and shards once this battle is over, no? Just look at all those Devils writhing below. It’s almost exciting, isn’t it?" Dravok, the Saint of a Thousand Chains said with a wide grin on his face.

Nockt glanced at him, snorted then turned away.

Dravok clicked his tongue and tutted,

"You rat bastard. Treating me like this means you’ll end up with no friends when you die, you know..."

Nockt snorted, "Aren’t you going to join them down there?"

Dravok paused for a moment, then shook his head,

"No. I don’t think I’ll survive this one. I’d rather stay up here and watch."

Nockt’s eyes narrowed.

Much like him, Dravok was not a combat for the most part. Instead, his strengths lay in crafting the weapons, armor and equipment used by the members of the Blood Moon Sect.

His craftsmanship was truly impressive and immaculate. Although he hated his guts, Nockt couldn’t deny his skill.

Still...

It would be better if the bastard went down to die instead of bugging him.

"So... How’s things looking for us?"

Nockt paused for a moment. Then he huffed,

"Veyra and Night have led the team to infiltrate the Devil Spire. Hopefully, we should be seeing some good news soon."

Dravok nodded, a thoughtful expression on his face,

"Then that means our famous Prince Nebula is fighting down there, trying to get the Mommy in Red to notice him, right?"

Nockt eyes narrowed dangerously,

"The kid is a freaking loon. But he does know how to fight, I’ll admit. Between him, that crazy stone guy and the white princess, I don’t know who’s more dangerous."

Dravok chuckled,

"All three seem very very interested in getting the Matriarch’s attention, it seems. How sad. Such a thing breeds contempt, you know."

Nockt snorted and sneered,

"It’s good that way, isn’t it? The more of them die, the less troublesome it becomes for me. Those idiots don’t have any sense of—"

"I’d put a hold on it if I were you. Can never be too sure who’s listening." Dravok out his hand up and said with a crafty smile.

Nockt huffed derisively and slapped his hand away,

"I might be useless on a battlefield, but I’m not a fool. I’ll say whatever I want to say. The Matriarch won’t let any of those bastards harm a single hair on my head."

Dravok chuckled,

"Don’t be so sure about that..."

Nockt grimaced, "And what is that supposed to mean?"

Dravok shrugged,

"I was just pulling your legs earlier. No one is going to bother paying attention to the conversation of minor characters such as ourselves, right? There’d be no point."

Nockt fell silent,

"I guess you are right."

Dravok wore a grin,

"So the question to really ask is; who is going to live, and who is going to die. I think that will be far more interesting that predicting our own fates, right?"

Nockt’s eyes narrowed,

"You creaky old bastard. What exactly are you playing at?"

Dravok chuckled,

"I have no idea what you are trying to imply. But I’d still like to ask you to play this game with me."

Nockt raised a brow. Eventually, he caved in.

Truly, although the safety up here, away from the battle was reassuring, it was a bit boring.

A simple game should take his mind away from things, right? At least to keep him occupied before he resumed his duties after all the fighting way over.

Besides, it was an easy game. All he had to do was guess who would live, and who would die.

"Alright. I’m play your stupid game."

Dravok’s eyes narrowed with a strange glee,

"Then... Let’s start with one of the more interesting ones..."

His index finger danced through the air for a moment.

Then they settled on a particular spot.

Following the direction he pointed to, Nockt froze for a moment.

Then his face went pale.

Seeing this, Dravok’s face twisted in joy.

"Yes! That’s it right there! The realization of despair! Hahaha!"

The Saint of a Thousand Chains had pointed right into the sky; where the Blood Matriarch of the Blood Moon Sect was battling with the Leader of Devils.

"Well then? Place your guess, Nockt! Who do you believe is going to be responsible for sealing all our fates on this hallowed, ungodly eve?!"

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