The entire City of Zoan had devolved into a twisted mess of black and red.
The earth has drunk so much blood, the crimson stains would probably never be washed away for thousands of years to come.
Devil and Man, both died in equal fashion, their corpses strewn across the broken streets of a once magnificent hub of human civilization.
Simultaneously, battles played out everywhere within the city.
However, the most important one of them all was currently being held in the skies about the City of Zoan.
And this was for good reason.
The Third Tier of Existence was a sort of transition point between mortality and the edges of godhood.
A creature that has ascended into the Third Tier could no longer be seen as a regular being. With a casual spell, they could flatten mountains and dry up seas.
