"Awaken, slumbering souls—rise and fight once more!"
Lilith's voice rang out like a whisper from the grave, soft yet chilling. Her robes billowed as a surge of eerie energy exploded from her body, flooding the battlefield in a wave of darkness.
"Specters, return to me…!"
She poured out everything she had—no holding back. As Heartland's second-ranked Deathless Sovereign, her power was nothing short of terrifying.
A chorus of wails erupted across the battlefield—piercing, mournful, inhuman. It was as if a thousand tortured spirits screamed at once, their cries echoing like a dirge from the underworld.
Black energy spiraled upward, converging on the summit of The Origin Mountain.
The souls of the fallen—those who had died in battle—were being dragged back from the abyss.
The sky darkened.
Ghostly figures blotted out the heavens, swirling in a storm of shadows. The wind howled with unnatural force, carrying with it the stench of death and despair.
