The Xaos King and the Overlord fought with everything they had.
Again and again, they carved deeper wounds into the bodies of the Devil Paragons, their attacks shaking the heavens and scarring the earth. Blood—dark and corrosive—fell like rain from the sky as Baal and Beelzebub were driven back step by step.
Yet even as Vlad pressed forward, he could feel the growing instability beneath his feet.
Terra had been reinforced. The runic formations were active, the planetary arrays fueled by Divine Power, the Nightmare Universe sealing the world within a burning sphere. But no world, no matter how fortified, could endure infinite destruction.
Every clash between Paragons sent shockwaves through the crust, fractured tectonic plates, and strained the World Will to its limits.
