The sky above the ruin no longer resembled a sky.
The ceiling of the world had bent under the pressure of mana, flames, and collapsing laws. Black clouds twisted like burnt flesh among spatial cracks, while the light of thousands of extinguished arrays fell slowly from the sky like dead stars.
The ground no longer had its natural color.
Rivers of blood flowed through the massive chasms, the remains of sacred armor were crushed beneath black roots, and the corpses of dragons, once symbols of the sky's supremacy, now covered the entire ruin like burnt mountains.
But despite that hell, no one retreated.
Because all those still alive had understood a truth more terrifying than any death: if this being was not stopped today…
There would be no tomorrow for the continent.
At the center of that destroyed battlefield, Daniel still stood calmly. His clothes were barely damaged.
His hair moved gently in the wind, and his golden eyes, amidst that collapsing world, were far too calm.
