The night had swallowed the battlefield whole, leaving only fractured moonlight spilling through the jagged clouds above. The ruins of Blackspire Citadel groaned under the weight of the battle that had shaken its very foundations, broken stones and shattered steel littering the cracked ground.The stench of scorched air lingered, heavy with the taste of blood, iron, and something far darker an energy that didn’t belong to this world. Lucas stood at the epicenter, his chest heaving, aura still blazing like an inferno that refused to be quenched.The storm of his unleashed power hummed violently, arcs of golden lightning crawling across his shoulders, weaving into the blackened veins of his blade. His enemies had fallen in droves, yet the silence felt heavier than the war cries that had filled the air moments ago.It was not victory, It was the pause before something worse. “Lucas” Mila’s voice trembled from behind him, yet carried the unshakable steel that defined her spirit. She limpe

The battlefield had grown strangely silent. The air no longer screamed with the clash of weapons nor thundered with the roar of power. Instead, it pulsed with a low, resonant hum, like the heartbeat of something vast and unseen.Lucas Sebastian stood at its center, his chest rising and falling in ragged intervals, his body trembling from wounds both seen and hidden, he was no longer alone.The silence was not emptiy it was filled. Every particle of air was saturated with presence, a suffocating awareness that pressed in from every direction. Shadows that had no source gathered at the edges of his vision, creeping like tendrils of ink.Then it spoke, the voice was not a sound, not truly. It vibrated in his bones, whispered across his nerves, and threaded through his memories. It was as though the abyss itself had leaned close and pressed its lips to his ear. “Lucas Sebastian”His name shivered through him. Lucas staggered, clutching his head. The ground beneath him rippled like water t

The silence that fell across the battlefield was suffocating. Thousands of soldiers stood frozen, blades trembling, spells flickering unfinished in their hands. Even the wounded dared not groan aloud.All eyes shifted between Lucas Sebastian and Robert, the two brothers standing like twin pillars of destiny in the middle of ruin. Mila’s body quivered where she knelt, her breath came in shallow rasps, blood dripping down her chin.She tried to stand, but her legs betrayed her, and the twin blades slipped from her hands, clattering against the stone. Her aura sputtered, dimming like the embers of a dying fire. Lucas’s grip on his sword tightened until his knuckles turned white.His heartbeat thundered against his ribs, not just from exhaustion, not just from rage but from fear. Fear of losing her. Robert stepped forward, his presence suffocating. Shadows bent around his body, as though the world itself resisted his existence. His smile was calm, cruel, and deliberate.“You still cling t

The world convulsed.A shuddering quake split the battlefield as Lucas dropped to one knee, his lungs heaving raggedly, every breath scorching like molten glass. The stormfire raged uncontrolled around him black flames that hissed and bent reality like warped glass.The air smelled of iron and ash, as though creation itself was bleeding. Above the First Chain’s monstrous true form towered: a titan of fused chains, burning iron, and grinding gears, its molten core pulsing with hateful light.It moved like an avalanche given shape, every step quaking the ground. Sparks rained like falling stars from the grinding links of its body, and there Mila, her silver flames guttering, blood streaking her pale face, but still standing before Lucas still shielding him.“Stay back!” Lucas growled, though his voice was wrong. It wasn’t entirely his. The words crackled, a second undertone laced beneath them low, mocking, endless. The abyss speaking through him.Mila froze. Her hands trembled as she lo

The abyss split open like the mouth of a primordial beast, yawning wider as the black tendrils clawed at the sky. The land beneath trembled, fissures zigzagging outward as if the world itself were tearing apart from within.Screams echoed from far away soldiers, citizens, even hardened cultivators reduced to nothing more than fragile leaves tossed about in a storm. But in the eye of this chaos, Robert Elba stood, his bloodied frame locked in a duel that had already warped the very fabric of reality.Opposite him, the Abyssal Warden’s monstrous form loomed an armor of shadow and bone, eyes like burning coals, voice dripping with disdain.“You think yourself a savior, Robert,” it hissed, every word vibrating like thunder. “But you are a herald, your struggle feeds the Abyss, your defiance nourishes me.”Robert spat blood, but his eyes burned brighter than any flame. “If I am a herald then I will herald your end.”He tightened his grip on his sword, the blade trembling, not from weakness