Sophie felt as if she was back on that suffocating battlefield.
High-powered magic spells crisscrossed like artillery fire, bombarding the enemy forces.
Human warriors charged, roaring.
Demon assassins slaughtered madly.
Goddesses of the Divine Race appeared in every corner, like commanders dominating the battlefield.
The sky, the earth, the oceans…
Everything seemed to be facing the end of the world, bathed in blood and fear, as if on the verge of destruction.
She, the Elven Queen, was at the very center of this battlefield.
Beside her, besides her two trusted elven confidantes, were the Hero’s companions and other human heroes.
The thirteen of them were considered the stars of this battlefield, having nearly reached the limits of life, stepping into the legendary realm.
They even had the power to change the tide of battle, carrying the hopes of the human race, and even the Divine Race.
However, reality dealt them a harsh blow.
Even now, Sophie still remembered the despair she felt when “that” appeared.
“——!!!”
It was a roar that shook the heavens and the earth.
It was a horn announcing death.
The roar echoed through the air.
Tremors came from beneath their feet.
“It” appeared like a world-ending natural disaster.
A gigantic body that blotted out the sky.
A loud roar that awakened fear.
A ferocious appearance.
A terrifying aura.
The greatest “beast” of this world appeared on the battlefield, its limbs like mountains, its body like a continent, the entire battlefield beneath its feet. ṝAƝòbЁS̈
They watched as it kicked over mountains.
They witnessed it scattering the clouds.
Fear.
Despair.
Insignificance.
Powerlessness.
These were the emotions in the hearts of everyone on the battlefield.
Sophie could even clearly see her confidantes and the other ten human heroes trembling beside her.
Instinctive fear arose uncontrollably from everyone’s hearts.
Even those called heroes couldn’t avoid it.
Because they were still mortals.
Because they were still flesh and blood.
It was no longer a question of whether they could win, but whether they were even on the same level.
Sophie was certain that if it weren’t for the cries and the fallen companions around them, the thirteen of them wouldn’t have been able to muster the courage to challenge that world-destroying beast.
And after their reckless challenge, more than half of the thirteen died on the spot.
Sophie was lucky.
No, not just Sophie, but Leia and Nia were also lucky.
Because they weren’t warriors charging at the forefront, but magicians providing support from behind. The world-destroying beast never even looked at them, only attacking the “flies” that harassed it.
Therefore, the three of them survived.
However, everything that happened in that battle was etched deeply in their hearts, unforgettable.
The world called it trauma.
Sophie wouldn’t deny it.
Those who experienced that, if they didn’t have any trauma, were just fools who forgot the pain after their wounds healed.
In that battle, they, the Thirteen Heroes, only managed to slightly hinder the world-destroying beast, at the cost of more than half their number.
Sophie couldn’t imagine what would have happened if Mitra, with the help of Omniis, the Supreme God, hadn’t successfully defeated the Demon King, making the Demon Race give up.
Would they have been burned to ashes by the flames of that monstrous beast?