And so the three day countdiwn had begun.
Six domains expanded, eclipsing the entire battlefield, it was a scene that most mortals would never see in their lifetime
Under this sudden change battlefield had ceased to look like a desert. It was a canvas of apocalypse, painted in colors that shouldn't exist.
High above, the sky was a swirling vortex of black shadow and void purple, where Zero and the Second Prince clashed with enough force to shatter the sound barrier every few seconds.
But on the ground, the war was arguably more terrifying.
The soldiers Dwarven Ironclads and Elven Rangers had pulled back, forming a wide perimeter.
They couldn't interfere. To step into the clash of Domains was to die instantly.
In the center of the cratered earth, two kings fought for the survival of their people.
And they were losing.
"Is this it?" a wet, gurgling voice mocked.
"Is this the legendary power of the 'King of Weapons'?"
