The angel had become the killer, and the demon was watching. A group of the undead fought desperately to protect human justice, at any cost.
They were considered one of the most evil beings in this world, but at this moment, they held the firmest beliefs, fighting in the direst of circumstances.
The onlookers watched quietly, tears streaming down their faces.
"No one will remember you. Ten years from now, no one in this world will remember you. Your traces will be completely erased. Only the victors can decide the course of this world. The losers will become nothing but dust. Your efforts will be meaningless!" Jeremy roared, still stepping forward.
"Even at the last moment, we remain knights of justice! That is the meaning!" Gray once again mounted his horse, raising his sword high: "Silver Moon Knight Order, charge—!"
Hooves galloped, and dust flew.
