Cameraman Never Dies-Chapter 168: Who put out the lights?

The sun of eternal light flickered once, twice, thrice... the light all faded, and the evening sun shone its orange hue on the city of light.

The Vampires, although confused as to why their plans were pushed forward, did not hesitate to throw off their pilgrim attire and launch a full-scale attack on the Avians as soon as the lights dimmed. They surged forward, a tide of dark figures whose movements were both graceful and deadly. Their eyes glowed like embers in the fading light, and their fangs gleamed as they let out war cries that split the air.

Flora just stared at the woman’s head rolling in front of her. "Sis...ter..." the woman weakly rasped as her eyes went blank. It was pure chaos around her, but she could not hear any of it. Her only focus was the head that lay there lifeless, caught in the brutal surprise attack.

She did not know the woman’s name, but she had seen her and her family. The sister she referred to must have been the newborn girl in their household. Flora felt as though she were living in a dream, as if this would all end if she just woke up. Somehow, in the midst of this horror, she felt... safe, as if she were not part of this chaos.

But the illusion shattered. Flora quickly collected herself as the noise and the voice of her father shouting slowly returned to her. The clash of metal, the screech of talons against claws, and the cries of pain filled the air like a macabre symphony.

"Flora! Get out of your trance!" Solis roared as he cleaved through a Vampire with his radiant spear, Lux Divina, which erupted in a dazzling burst of light. "They won’t stop! Defend yourself or die!"

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Flora’s grip tightened around her glaive, a weapon she had trained with but never truly used in battle.

"O’ spirits of the light," She raised the glaive and whispered a prayer, her voice was trembling but resolute, "guide my hand to justice. Illuminate the path of my blade, steady my heart, and shield me in your eternal radiance."

As she spoke, the weapon’s blade shimmered with an iridescent glow, and the glyphs etched into her weapon flared to life, casting a shimmering glow across her body. Her wings unfurled, reflecting the light like mirrors, and for the first time, Flora felt a sliver of clarity. This was no dream. This was war.

Solis nodded in his head as he watched his daughter get ready to fight and looked to the east where a group of Vampires where fighting a group of Avians.

He coldly stared at them, his anger was boiling, but he had to keep his calm. He flew up high with just one flutter of his wings, cracks formed on the ground as he took off. Looking at the fight, he slowly lifted his spear and aimed at the group like a wand.

"Light’s grace!" He said in a low, deep voice.

The evening sky opened up as bright light shined from above. A shaft of pure, blinding light pierced through the clouds, engulfing the city’s eastern quadrant in radiant brilliance., causing the Avians there to glance at their leader. "Go forth proud Avians," Solis called, his voice carrying across the city. "Show them no mercy as they are the god’s enemies."

The Avians, everyone who heard the leader regardless of whether them being under the light or not, screamed as they fought harder, the ones under the light had already finished their business.

Flora scanned the battlefield, her heart pounding as she searched for her sister. Not out of fear—Celeste was more than capable—but out of a need to feel some semblance of normalcy in the chaos. She had always been with her sister all the time except when Celeste or she had other businesses to tend to.

Her attention was torn away as a figure darted toward her, a Vampire woman wielding twin crimson blades that dripped with fresh blood. The Vampire moved like a polished predator, vaulting over buildings and using the city’s architecture to her advantage. As she leaped from the final rooftop, she spun midair, her leg outstretched in a deadly kick aimed at Flora.

Flora barely avoided the blow, twisting her body at the last second— she avoided it even though she saw it late, but the heavy wind from the Vampire’s strike slammed her into a nearby window, the glass shattering around her. Pain shot through her back, but she forced herself to her feet, gripping her glaive tightly.

Luckily, Solis was still near her. Before the Vampire could close in, he intervened. In a blur of light, he appeared between them, his spear slicing through the air with trained accuracy. The Vampire’s body split diagonally, burning light trailing in the trace of Solis’s strike. He turned to Flora, his expression becoming stern.

"Focus Flora, this is a battlefield. Whether you like violence or not, you have to fight in order to survive."

"But I don’t want to be a killer." She complained, not knowing what to do, "Remember when I said I want to be a light envoy? I am a saint, what kind of saint would bloody her hands with murder?"

Solis brushed her cheek, "Flora, in war, there are no saints. You can either die clinging to ideals or live to shape the world with them. It’s up to you to decide what kind of monster you’ll become— a merciless one, a vengeful one, one who fights for something greater— there are many. It is this senseless killing who create these monsters, and these monsters again create other monsters— the entire history is a cycle of monsters creating monsters Flora."

Flora looked at her father helplessly, "I am afraid to kill father."

"Flora, it is not saints that create saints, but monsters who create saints. If you want to see true light, you must first walk through true darkness— else even the candlelight might feel like it is enough." Experience tales with novelbuddy

Solis looked at his hesitant daughter, "I will guide you. To punish those enemies of god."