Vashno slumped against the cold wall of an empty, unknown chamber. His chest rose and fell rapidly, each breath ragged and shallow. Sweat plastered his hair to his forehead, and his body ached from exertion.
'I survived…' he thought grimly, glancing to the side.
The battle earlier had been utter chaos. At first, they fought the Blood Hunters, their relentless strikes tearing through the field. Then the locals joined the fray, adding their own unpredictable fury. And on top of that… the unknown creatures had appeared.
One of them had power rivaling a peak Eight Shackle Realm—a force so terrifying that even Raven had been forced to unleash every trump card in her arsenal just to hold it back.
In the aftermath, countless lives were lost. The battlefield had been ripped apart so violently that space itself fractured. Those who survived had been left with no choice but to gamble their lives, leaping blindly through the spatial tears to escape.
