Fury Of The World
As they gaze upon the massive sword of Mazoku, the God of Demons, Nobu and his pals are awestruck by the enormity of the challenge that lay ahead. The immense blade towers over them, casting a deep shadow on the already dark and foreboding landscape. Nobu stands silently, his expression emotionless as he contemplates the task before them. He had faced many formidable foes before, but this was unlike anything he had ever encountered.
"Damn, that's huge," whispers Ash, one of Nobu's closest companions. His voice shakes with a mixture of fear and excitement. "So that's the key to the other realm, ha?"
"We can do it", Replies Katsu calmly, his eyes never leaving the sword. His words are measured and precise, betraying none of the fear that lurks in the hearts of the rest of the team. "We always have."
The crew has indeed faced many trials in the past two years, and each time they had emerged victorious, even when faced with the treacherous Clan of Silent Gods or the dreaded power runes. They had learned to rely on each other, to trust in their abilities, and to never give up.
But as they rest and prepare for the task ahead, an unknown threat lurked in the shadows, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. Nobu senses it, even if he can't yet see it. He's aware that they would need to be vigilant, to stay one step ahead of their enemy if they were to survive. And that defeating that realm, won't be their last task
Only six years," a voice whispers, its words carried on the wind. "And then I will bring you back to life, my lord, Mazoku."