The sky bled fire, and lightning split it like bridges of flame. The ground opened its mouths and screamed, carrying within it torn corpses and flying limbs. The smell of blood and ash mingled, and the air itself seemed to be dying from the countless screams. Bodies collapsed, spears broke, and soldiers from both sides surged like wild waves, caring only about crushing whoever was in front of them, even if it was a friend. A single scream pierced the hell of the battle, sharp as knives: > "Do not retreat!! Victory is ours!!" In the heart of this hell, among smoke and fire, stood Morlock. Steadfast, towering, his eyes glowing embers amid the mist, their darkness swallowing light as if night itself hid within them. Beside him, Garok laughed like a madman, and Ambaros, whose every step caused a crack in the earth. But their majesty was not only their bodies, but the soldiers of the demons, completely black, twisted horns, eyes glowing in different shades of blood, torn wings

The wind was howling like a wolf trapped inside a narrow coffin.The dust erased the horizon, making the sky look like a wound torn open above the world.Amid the chaos… Semiviel was on one knee, panting fiercely, blood running from his shoulder to his forearm like black ink writing an unknown ending.His eyes half-closed…His chest rising as if trying to steal air from death itself…His lip trembling, as if he were about to smile despite the pain.A voice inside his head:> "Damn… my body is about to collapse… what happened?Did I become prey instead of a hunter?No… the door is still open… the battle isn’t over yet…"Then he raises his head with difficulty, spitting blood to the side…> "Half an hour ago… everything started there…"---Half an hour earlier — when hell explodedThe ground was solid… then it started shaking as if something from hell was emerging beneath it.Semiviel stood holding his weapon, sparks blazing in his eyes, ready to fight two demons who were not just enemi

Blood was still sliding from Oungan’s mouth in the form of a thin red line, yet his smile remained steady, as if pain to him was fuel, not punishment.His eyes widened… something inside them shined like internal combustion, the kind that breaks limits instead of respecting them.He raised his head slowly, his lips trembling like a beast trying to remember its real name:“I… I truly… have broken… my limiiiiiiiiits…”His voice wasn’t a scream… it was a declaration.Poseidon froze in place, his spear trembling between his fingers:“He… he’s gone mad!”Morlock, who was certain of his victory moments ago, turned around quickly, his pupils shaking as if he witnessed a violation in the laws of existence itself:“Whyyyy?! WHYYYY are you still standing you worthless trash?! This contradicts the system!!!”Oungan smiled… a broken yet sincere smile. The kind not worn by a victor… but a survivor of hell.Without a single additional word… he raised his sword high, then stabbed it into the ground a

The sky was cracking with a sound that resembled the collapse of entire worlds.After Oungan’s death, it seemed the war had exploded anew…Human rage… demonic rage…Blood flying…Screams…The end of a world being forged moment by moment.But—Before the two sides could collide once more…The thing that no one believed was possible occurred.A roar.Just one roar…But it wasn’t a sound…It was a sonic catastrophe.Mountains trembled…Plains split open…Warriors dropped to their knees without realizing it.“GRAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!”The dwarves fell onto their hammers.The elves froze.The werewolves’ howls died instantly.The demon commanders’ faces paled for the first time.Asmodeus himself lifted his head in genuine shock:“…This…!!!”Odin snapped his eye open:“Impossible… this roar… it’s from the lineage of dragons… from what hell did you come?!”Even the sky…Extinguished its own light.A massive shadow descended, swallowing light as it passed…Wings stretching like galaxies…Silver eye