Land of Darkness.
The three armies converge outside Nora.
The golden-haired swordsman raises his longsword to the sky, questioning the Supreme Abyss Will.
If an ordinary wizard were present, they might think he was talking to himself.
But only those present, the Legendary beings, Nether Emperors, and lords, know.
The Abyss Will cannot be gazed upon directly, is difficult to perceive, but it objectively exists.
The Nether River roars, washing over everything.
In this moment, no one dares to act rashly.
A force indescribable in strength sweeps through the Deep in space.
This force is evil, profound, dark, chaotic, ferocious, slaughterous...
The Desperate Great Wall buzzes and trembles, the Frost Witch's frost-longsword ready to strike at any moment.
Behind her, the True Ancestor of Frost's wizard form dreams back to the Ancient Age when giants chopped the heavens.
Before the round table, the Legendary wizards stand calm and poised, their bodies upright.
