137: The Elven Saintess Denitra

In an abandoned and broken temple, there was a dead magic circle with strange symbols surrounded by nine candles. A woman dressed like a nun knelt beside the candles, her hands clasped in prayer while her lips moved furiously. One by one, the candles began to go out and she cried out in pain and sorrow. The last candle went out and she sobbed quietly, holding it to her chest.

Behind her, a small group of men and women, eight of them, hung their head solemnly, as if they were mourning the loss of people.

"This was the most powerful group we have sent out yet not one of them returned alive. Even the ones that have returned died in just a few days. She's a monster," a woman's voice rang out. They nodded in agreement.

"For her to defeat several semi-transcendentals, just how powerful is she? It terrifies me to think about. How could we possibly defeat her?" This time, a man spoke.

"We cannot give up. The fate of the world rests on our shoulders. According to her prophecy, if she succe