Max stood on the shattered rooftop of the hidden city, dust clinging to his bloodstained clothes, his breathing steady but heavy. His eyes swept across the battlefield below, his Three Dimensional Body active, scanning every movement, every clash of force that made the entire underground tremble.
The hidden city was no longer hidden—it had turned into a battlefield of gods and monsters.
Thousands of Direkins surged out of the broken chambers, their monstrous humanoid bodies blotting out the light. Some bore the heads of wolves, others of bulls, hawks, serpents, and beasts Max couldn't even recognize.
Their roars shook the air as they hurled themselves forward, golden claws, razor teeth, and beastly techniques painting the battlefield in blood.
Against them, the six elders of the Black Lotus Guild and Elder Liam stood like unmovable titans. Each was a Divine Rank powerhouse, their presence alone bending the atmosphere around them.
