The heavy thudding of fast-paced footsteps entered the temple hall, its colors grayed by the spiritual field, the sickly sweet metallic stench wrapping around the knights' face masks like a curtain.
The statues of the Holy Sun Totem on either side had been replaced by massive scarlet hearts, and from the gaps in the glazed tiles on the floor, gel-like proliferative blood blisters constantly oozed out.
Every step of the hundreds of knights from the Holy War Army would crush the cysts filled with shattered bones.
Huge veins crisscrossed within the walls, with torrents of magic elements flowing through them, the thick veins of unknown purpose extending deep into the corridor of the great temple.
This desecration was undoubtedly the handiwork of the Blood Demon.
