"…My… my liege," Sifrona muttered, her voice hoarse and broken.
She couldn't smile, but a strange relief flooded her chest.
And yet, right behind that relief was a worry.
Why did you come?
She had fought Shir. She had seen his strength with her own eyes. He wasn't just some arrogant and pampered demigod. No matter what kind of tricks he had used, the current Shir was easily stronger than four Demon Earls combined.
But that wasn't all. His Templars—those reserved for special use—were terrifying as well. They weren't ordinary soldiers. They were trained, battle-hardened monsters in their own right.
And then there was the altar.
Even though she didn't understand divinity too well, she knew something was about to go horribly wrong for Eren's demonic army.
Shir was constructing that altar in a hurry, pouring resources and accumulated faith energy into it nonstop. He wasn't just trying to win a battle—he was preparing a sacrifice. A grand ritual.
She had realized it too late.
