This is a multimedia webnovel with giant city-crushing monsters, a valiant man who dares to fight them, a hero who loses himself on a righteous path, and a darkness which conceives a profound love. But I suck at descriptions, so I strongly encourage...
"This wasn't supposed to happen. It wasn't supposed to be like this."
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With his golden eyes staring out over the bow of the sail-rana, Hatasuko watched the outline of the Interfectus up ahead. Since they rolled against the wind, Vaida kept the sails folded so that gravity could pull them down the slope. But due to the steepness of the slope, the sail-rana picked up speed quickly. Vaida agilely steered the vehicle to dodge the many bumps and cracks in the mountain road, but Hatasuko lamented his own inability to hasten the counterstrike. He clenched his sword in his hands. Though she kept her good eye focused on the road again, Vaida could feel the turmoil in Hatasuko's heart.
"How the hell did this happen? The tempest has always warned me before an attack. Did this Interfectus come out of nowhere? Why didn't I know?! Why are they screaming so loudly? Why didn't I-"
"Hatasuko! This isn't the time to worry about it. We can figure it out later," Vaida interrupted, though her small voice was almost hidden by the sound of the sail-rana rolling.
The southern sky illuminated all at once with a flash of bright blue light. The mountain range trembled lightly from the force of the shockwave; the fiery explosion could be heard from far away. It boomed loudly enough to eclipse the howling wind; the only other sound was that of the shrill final screams of those caught in the fire.
"Is there anything we can do to go faster? Maybe we could drop some weight?"
"Gravity moves you the same no matter how heavy you are. Same with friction. We're better off holding our weight," Vaida explained, staring only at the road and not the flames.
Though the Interfectus attacked a different town than the one where Hatasuko had spent his childhood, this onslaught still felt horrifically familiar. Even though that attack felt like a lifetime ago, he still trembled from the lingering terror. He could not shake the unmistakable fear of the boy who barely survived the shadow demon. His memory could not shake away the flashback of himself holding what remained of his mother in his bloodstained arms.
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