Trees fell like brittle bones.
The ground collapsed inch by inch, roaring as it split apart, while miserable howls rolled across the plains like funeral chants.
Countless creatures screamed as they fell, their flesh decaying mid-cry, turning into pale bones in the blink of an eye. Life was erased with brutal efficiency, as though the world itself had grown tired of existence.
Ethan stood atop a desolate hill.
Beneath his feet lay endless corpses, trampled into the soil, blood long since soaked into the earth. He raised his head slowly and looked toward the west.
The setting sun hung low, crimson as blood.
Within that deep red glow, dozens of gigantic figures gathered in the sky. Each one was vast as a mountain, radiating terrifying pressure. Together, they unleashed devastating attacks toward a single man standing at their center—a man with enormous purple wings spread wide behind his back.
Every strike carried power capable of annihilating a region of heaven and earth.
