The last battlefield of the Third Great War has remained untouched for twenty years.
No monuments were built.
No banners were raised.
No victories were celebrated.
Only silence reigns over the scorched terrain, a silence so deep that even the winds refuse to cross it. Here, the ground still glows faintly with the remnants of corrupted Kia, echoes of demons that tore open the sky and spilled across Deccounia in numbers that blotted out the sun.
Billions fought.
Millions never returned.
And among the ruins, the shadows of legends linger.
The warriors of the Special Task Force carved their names into this place with blood and fire, Morgot, whose roar shook the heavens; Optimus, who returned to battle despite wounds that should have ended him; Ian, whose strategies turned the tide again and again at the cost of pieces of himself; Blade, Steel, Stark, and countless others who pushed back the darkness when the Empire stood at the brink of collapse.
The war ended, but the scars did not.
Even now, Deccounia trembles beneath the weight of what happened here. Demonic energy seeps deep into the crust of the solar-system-sized world, pulsing like a heartbeat no one can silence. The Empire declared peace, but every soldier who survived knows the truth:
War never ends. It only sleeps.
And lately… it has begun to stir.
Across distant worlds, anomalies appear, faint distortions in the air, whispers of power that should not exist. Portal residue in places untouched since the war. Missing patrols. Reports of creatures seen in the night, vanishing before they can be confirmed.
At first, the Empire dismissed them.
Then the STF noticed the pattern.
And now, something ancient—older than the First Great, older than Deccounia itself, moves beneath the surface of reality.
The silence on the old battlefield breaks.
A single crack splits through the stone.
Faint red light leaks from the earth, pulsing like the opening of a wound.
The Third Great War ended here.
The Fourth will begin somewhere else.
But every war announces itself.
And as the ground trembles for the first time in two decades, one truth becomes clear:
The demons have not been defeated.
Only delayed.
Soon, the galaxy will remember their name.