The Valley of Warriors lay silent beneath me. I floated high above it, hidden in a fold of space, my presence erased. My eyes remained closed as I waited, listening to the empty air, to the tremble of the cracked earth, to the faint hum of Essence that had not yet been disturbed.
Then… the first ripple appeared.
A fluctuation ran through space. I opened my eyes.
On the eastern edge of the battlefield, a scar-like tear appeared in midair. Space twisted, runes flared, and a massive portal expanded outward. The ground shook under its force.
The Bloodreavers had arrived.
One by one, armored demons marched through the gate, line after line, rank after rank. Their armor gleamed dark red under the faint pre-dawn sky. Their weapons already summoned and ready in their hands.
In front, two towering figures stepped out first.
Orobas.
Dorian.
