The weapons clashed; battle cries and sparks erupted everywhere. The land beneath them shook and slowly turned crimson as, one after another, lifeless bodies fell to the ground—humans and demons alike.
The clash had long surpassed the level of mortals. Demi-gods, Demon Sovereign, and Archdemons had also begun fighting in the skies. The war had reached a scale that would be etched into the history of the Western Continent, remembered even thousands of years later. In the near future, every powerful being who participated in this war would be spoken of in tales and immortalized in poems of heroes. The only uncertainty was who would be hailed as the hero, for history is always written—and manipulated—by the victors.
