The nine stood frozen as the forge roared to life, flames bursting from dead furnaces, chains rattling as though the forge itself had awakened with its master’s words.“I am Deldrien… the Eternal Forger.”The name rolled like thunder, and with it came realization. The voice that had whispered in their darkest moments, the one that had guided them through trial after trial—was his.“You…” Ragna’s eyes widened, flames crackling faintly around his fists. “It was you all along?”Deldrien’s burning gaze passed over them, unyielding, unreadable. Sparks danced from his molten frame, falling like fireflies to the blackened floor.The nine stiffened as Deldrien slowly raised his hand. No chant, no great movement — just a single deliberate sweep of his molten fingers across the air.At once, the breath was stolen from their lungs.From each of them — Elynora, Ragna, David, Scylla, Mildred, Seran, Emriel, and even Remael — a glowing wisp tore free, shimmering with their elemental colors. Sparks

As the nine emerged from the portal, they were met with a desolate landscape. Dark clouds churned above, crackling with multicolored lightning that illuminated the bleak terrain. The wind howled fiercely, battering them with its intensity. The ground beneath their feet was scorched and barren, littered with human skeletons and massive scratch marks that told a tale of brutal violence.Remiel's gaze swept across the devastated land, his brow furrowed in concern. "Did a war happen here?" he asked, his voice carried away by the wind.Remael's eyes gleamed with knowledge as he replied, "Before the Celestelite sealed Drakhael, many Mytherians sought to tame it, while some wanted to kill it... But they all fell under the beast's might."In the distance, Mount Emrys loomed, its towering peak shrouded in dark clouds and lightning. The faint outline of a massive castle could be seen on its summit, hidden behind the veil of clouds. The mountain seemed to dominate the landscape, its presence bo

Orryx lumbered forward, his massive form casting long shadows across the blackened battlefield. Each step sent tremors rippling through the ground, the twin stone clubs he dragged behind him carving deep furrows into the earth. The air around him grew heavier with every stride, an oppressive weight that seeped into the bones of anyone who dared stand in his path. His half-lidded gaze settled on Mildred, the faintest flicker of amusement crossing his stony features. When he spoke, his voice was a rumbling drawl, slow and deliberate, like the groan of a mountain shifting.“Pointless…” Orryx muttered, his words dragging through the thick air. “All struggle ends the same. Still. Silent. Cold.”The battlefield itself seemed to respond to him, the howling winds faltering and the air thickening like molasses. Time itself seemed to slow, each moment stretching into an eternity of suffocating stillness. The ground cracked beneath Orryx’s weight, his presence radiating inevitability.Mildred’s

A whip cracked through the air, missing its target but carving a deep scar into the earth as the ground melted. The wielder giggled softly as a shadow flickered behind her — long crimson claws poised to strike. Nyxira’s talons slashed, but the figure dissolved into a scatter of pink blooms.“Stop behaving like a little girl and face us,” Nyxira growled, claws bared and wings spread wide as her gaze swept the void.A soft giggle rippled across the darkness. “Isn’t it fun?” Nyxelle’s taunting voice echoed from every direction, dripping with mockery. “The two of you watching me so closely… it makes me shiver in ecstasy.”“Ew, you’re disgusting.” Elynora grimaced, snapping her whip-blades to life. “Sky Sovereign’s Wrath.”She spun one overhead with ruthless precision, the void trembling as crackling lightning surged outward.Nyxira shot into the air as arcs of lightning spread like a stormfront. Then, a sudden scream tore through the void. Space itself shuddered violently as Nyxelle’s bo

A figure emerged from the haze, each step leaving the ground blackened and rotting. His armor was a grotesque carapace of writhing brown, mouths gaping open, gnashing at the air like starving dogs. In his grip, a massive scythe spun in a lazy circle, gleaming with the promise of ruin. He leveled it at the one before him, tone disturbingly calm against the horror of his form.“We’re both demons,” Vorvain said, a crooked smile twisting across his face, hungry and unending. “So why waste time fighting? Come closer… let me savor your essence as I devour you.”The figure opposite him chuckled, the sound like fire cracking in a forge. His demon-draconic armor shimmered with black scales veined in molten red, flames crawling across him like a second skin. The wind tore through his black hair, sending it wild, while his eyes — burning crimson — locked on his foe. At his side, a double-bladed scythe hovered, humming like it was laughing with him.Emriel tilted his head, grin sharp and mocking.