The battle had been terrifying—a clash of hulking monstrosities that shredded the landscape with their thrashing movements.
Sands surged like floodwaters, collapsing in waves as the smaller abominations scattered. Those too slow became collateral damage, crushed beneath writhing limbs or fleeing for their wretched lives.
Auren had never given much thought to the ecology of Cursed Creatures. But watching these two titans tear into each other, he wondered:
'How did their world even work?'
Blesseds had theories, of course. Most came from fighting Plagues, not venturing into Trials. And the ones who did enter Trials? Their numbers dwindled with each cycle.
It made sense. Who in their right mind would willingly return to hell after escaping it? Once out, a Blessed could live comfortably—esteemed, even. Gain noble titles based on their power as a Devout. Life would unfold like a soft dream from there.
All that remained was to enjoy it.
