The visions within Ghislainâs dreams were beyond his control, offering only a limited perspective.
Most often, they centered on the battles between the Hero and the Adversary. From their clashes, Ghislain had gleaned invaluable insights and strategies.
Occasionally, neither figure appeared, replaced by vast armies locked in war.n/oÌ/vel/b//in dot c//om
Dragons clashed with giants, the Allied Forces of Humanity battled the Riftborn, and the fleeting appearances of humanityâs leaders offered glimpses into their plans.
These visions had always served a purpose: to show Ghislain the tactics, victories, and failures of those before him.
"Apostles?"
He had heard of Priests, Inquisitors, and Executioners within the Salvation Order, but this was new.
The so-called Apostles flanked the Adversary, clearly occupying high ranks within the Orderâsecond only to the Adversary himself.
And they were formidable. Clad in shrouds of black mist, their attacks ripped through the Allied Forces, scattering soldiers like leaves in a storm.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
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