There was a heavy silence. A silence followed by another until it was broken by a loud rumble.

The warriors had taken their respective positions around the temple. Their ultimate goal- to protect the citizens even if it costed their life.

With Cynthia on the front, they were confident about their victory.

Cynthia stood with her sword drawn, her hawk like eyes searching. Even though it was dark, she could see everything, could hear every movement.

"They are almost here," she announced loudly for everyone to hear. Her grasp tightened around the hilt of the sword as she took a fighting position.

She could feel the presense of darkness. An evil aura engulfing them like a blanket. She looked around to find most of the warriors clutching their chests as if they were having trouble in breathing.

Apart from the top fighters, none of the other soldiers were being able to keep up. Their cultivation wasn't strong enough to bring down the number of evil spirits.

She spun on her heels and just stood there watching in horror. She didn't know what to do. The spirits were sucking souls out of the soldiers and feeding on dead.

Her mind was filled with remorse. Even though she was known as the goddess weilding the most powerful weapon known, she never was able to use the power within. It only emitted small sparks when swung in empty air unlike the power yielded by the best warriors.

A soldier suddenly fell beside her. Before she could react, the evil spirit took away his last breath. She swung her sword at it frantically, resulting in the spirit to vanish in thin air.

Her eyes fell upon the dead soldiers, a nauseous feeling bubbling up in her stomach. The soldier's mouth was agape and his skin had already turned into greenish yellow.

Upon seeing the deadly sight, her blood boiled with rage. Her eyes stung as she tried hard not to cry.

She aimlessly swung her sword, feeling helpless. The spirits sliced by her attacks disappeared in air but it was not enough.

"Their numbers doesn't seem to be reducing!" Arnold barked, one of the best fighters amongst their squad. His weapon was a bow and an arrow.

Cynthia glanced at him shooting arrows at the enemy but they regenerated themselves everytime.

She couldn't help but notice the ones killed by her weren't able to generate at all. It also meant that she had to unleash the power within the sword itself.

Cynthia didn't have the power of her own unlike everyone else. Her power lay in her weapon.

Unleashing power of the weapon meant giving the control to it. If one didn't have a strong mind then it would take control over them and manipulate them in the way it wants.

In other words the power would come alive. And if not controlled, it could destroy everything.

Everything that came in it's way.

Cynthia never learnt how to use the weapon but she did knew the history behind the weapon.

Judging by the sight, Cynthia knew if humanity had to be conserved, it was a risk needed to be taken. She couldn't just allow everyone to die before her eyes.
She was their last hope after all.

She had to do it. No one could do it apart from her. It was now or never.

"O mighty god! Grant me the power to illuminate this world!"