God Ash: Remnants of the fallen.

The insides of the Devil Spire was hollow for the most part.

However, there were thousands of crisscrossing hanging bridges that connected the walls of the Spire on all ends, from top to bottom.

Currently, every single bridge was filled with Devils of all manners and of all sizes.

Lukas' eyes caught a glimpse of a particular Devil flapping its wings off on a distant bridge quite far from them.

'I-it's huge.'

The Devil he had spotted looked more like an Overlord of the abyss than anything.

It was huge. Even bigger than the Greater Elemental Devils. It's been wingspan stretched the entire length of a hanging bridge and its eyes burned like brimstones in the darkness.

In itself head were three horns twisted into a profane crown.

Lukas turned his head towards the chamber they were headed to.

The light had vanished completely and was now replaced with only darkness.

"Damn it! It's a trap!" He cursed as he drew his weapon.

'When did they spot us?! Also, there shouldn't be this many Devils in here!'

He turned to Abigail, but confusion was written all over her pale face as well.

He muttered another curse then turned to Zue,

"Give us lights, damn it!"

Zue shakily muttered a string of chants under his breath.

A magic circle appeared above his staff as numerous balls of light began floating into the air, chasing the darkness away.

Lukas roared aggressively,

"More! More lights!"

Slowly, hundreds of glowing balls of radiance had gathered above and below this particular hanging bridge, properly lighting up theur vicinity.

The inside of the Devil Spire trembled as a deep, guttural voice reached the ears of the humans, the words bouncing the dark walls.

"Humans are so predictable. We knew you'd come."

Lukas turned his gaze back to the enormous Winged Devil.

"That doesn't make any sense. Unless..." He suddenly froze.

"Could it be... The entire battle up until now, could have been an elaborate trap to lure all the humans in one place and get rid of us all at once." Abigail suddenly said as she took a step forward, staring up at the Devils as well.

The entire Devil Spire was filled with the sound of snarls and bloodthirsty growls coming from the savage monsters.

While Devils were highly intelligent creatures for the most part, they were highly susceptible to give into their impulses.

This was one of the reasons they had been deemed a failed specimen by the Nomad and cast away.

When they were consumed by their impulses, they turned into creatures no better than beasts, acting on instinct.

The very essence of chaos and madness had been imbued into their bloodlines. There were no longer any more distinctions between the two.

Very few Devils could learn to control their impulses.

"How can that be? They can't possibly be that desperate, right?" Zue muttered, his expression dark.

Lukas shook his head,

"Whatever the case may be, we have a rather terrible situation at hand."

He turned to look at Gilead.

The older man wore a calm, almost indifferent expression on his face despite their circumstances.

Below them, thousands of Devils crawled up, spittle and dark miasma pouring from their stretched maws.

Lukas could help but huff,

"Old man. Aren't you scared?"

Gilead turned to him. Then he shook his head,

"Of course I am. I'm terrified. But... I'm already used to it."

Lukas went silent. Then he chuckled bitterly,

'Ah. So that's what this feeling is.'

He let out a tired sigh.

There was no way around it anymore.

Things like this, scenes of horror that would scare even nightmares away from dreams, had become normal to him.

The death, the terror, the fear.

His very soul was numbed to it all.

But maybe that was a good thing.

A subtle glow enveloped his body.

Drawing his blade from his hip and removing his shield from his back, Gilead became the very embodiment of a Guardian.

His aura underwent a fundamental change.

"Shoot these damned things down!" He barked as he swung his sword.

Since the inside of the Devil Spire was rather large, the hanging bridges that connected wall to wall were also wide and long. A single one of them could fit all the Lightslayers and Pilgrims.

The ranged fighters; the archers, gunmen and the mages readied their weapons and began firing.

Sucking in a deep breath, Lukas pushed the soles of his feet against the ground and shot up towards the winged Devil.

The enormous monster snorted and shot down with a single flap of its wings, stirring up a great wind.

Having fought against beast and abomination for a long time, he had honed his skills to an incredibly fine degree.

The motion of his blade, the tension in his body with every swing, the movement of mana and the mana flow patterns everytime he utilized a spell or a skill.

Everything was an open book to him.

He passed by the first hanging bridge.

Dozens of Devils shot at him, their eyes glowing with savage, bloodthirsty gleams.

He snorted coldly as hundreds of blades created with elemental light shot out, their edges carved of searing heat and radiance.

They sliced through the hard exoskeletons like butter then through the flesh and then the bone.

Bloody chunks floated in the air briefly.

The world seemed to slow down as stepped on the bloody pieces of flesh to used as a staircase.

Reaching the last one, he put in some extra force into his legs and gave it a hard push.

With a bang, all the meat chunks exploded into a visceral rain of mush and black blood.

He shot up even higher, turning into a streak of molten light as he cut up countless Devils to reach his target.

In the depths of his eyes, two runes burned, and on his flesh, multiple runic tattoo were ignited with a scorching light and a wisp of a divine presence.

He came eye to eye with his enemy.

The vile monster's eyes burned with an eldritch fire, seeking only destruction and his life.

The longsword in his hand carved an arc through the world as he brought it before the Devil enormous Devil.

He took the brief pause to use to system to appraise this horrid abomination...