Three warriors arrived at the devastated landscape.
They were Royal Blutlinie powerhouses from the Eternal Soul Kingdom. Their auras were so immense that beasts—and even enemy warriors from the Immortal Nirvana Kingdom—would think twice before approaching them.
Yet now, the only things visible in their eyes were worry and solemnity.
Before them stretched a battlefield that looked as if the world itself had been torn apart.
Bright flames still raged across the horizon, climbing into the sky and setting everything ablaze. Entire mountain ranges had collapsed, and once-mighty rivers had been completely vaporized. Even the clouds above carried lingering scars from the clash.
Every sign pointed to a battle of terrifying proportions.
This was not a battlefield where ordinary warriors could fight. Even King-Level powerhouses would struggle to match the forces that had been unleashed here.
Still, the three Royal Blutlinien did not focus on the flames or the shattered mountains.
