The sky trembled, its clouds shattering like brittle glass as a terrifying sound pierced from the south like an infernal storm. It was not merely a sound… it was a chill that crept into the bones.
Poseidon froze in place, as if his oceans had been ripped away. His eyes widened and his voice trembled: "Impossible… what is that sound? It's approaching unbelievably fast!"
Oungan, who had never known fear, opened his eyes sharply, his heart beating in his chest like war drums, and shouted in his mind: "What the hell is happening?!"
Even Hades' features cracked for the first time as he stared at the horizon in astonishment: "Damn… they are far too many. An army enough to invade the entire world!"
All the soldiers stopped fighting — the echo of the sound made them realize they were facing something they had never seen before.
Only then did Odin lower the horn from his lips, its blast still shaking the corners of the sky. A mad smile spread across his face, his teeth glinting like a beast's fangs: "Your time is over… you insects!"
Semifil gripped his sword, his blood boiling like a volcano, and shouted angrily: "You bastard!"
But before he could attack, the armies of darkness arrived…
First to appear were the Hellwolves, like a storm of ash and fire, their howls announcing the omen of the end.
Then followed hordes of ghouls: – The Devourers, mouths that never close, screaming with voices that reached the high skies.
– The Rippers, running on all fours faster than the wind; some soldiers could not match their speed.
– The Breakers, every step of theirs shattered stone.
– The Cursed Skeletons, whispering curses that extinguished magic circles — the very circles cast by the three-circle mages.
A heavy impact thundered… and the Trolls emerged, green beasts wielding massive hammers and sharp fangs. Only the Orcs could match them one-on-one in raw strength.
Then a polar roar rose… the Yeti, giants of ice whose appearance was surrounded by blizzards that froze blood in the veins. The weak would not stand before them.
Finally, the sky blackened with Nargol — winged blue demons whose wings swallowed light until day became night.
Only then did the ranks split to reveal the seven leaders:
– Garok the Bloodied, his body dripping with never-drying blood.
Garok laughed: "It has been a long time since we appeared on this land."
– Ambaros the Destroyer, brandishing his trident like a storm.
Ambaros, with disgust: "We must crush these weaklings and return quickly… I cannot stand sunlight!!!"
– Belezbub the Voracious, his belly an endless abyss.
Belezbub, saliva dripping: "I see so much food."
– Oceloth of Corruption, whose gaze withers crops and stone.
Oceloth, rubbing his hands: "Let us corrupt this land and make it a complete desert."
– Lilith of Desire, whose steps steal minds.
Lilith, pointing at the opposing army: "I will ensnare them all in my web."
– Ashura of Envy, his eyes corrupting all that is pure.
Ashura, envious: "Why do they live well… I will take revenge on them all."
– Varuna the False Justice, raising a broken scale as a symbol of betrayed truth.
Varuna, looking at his scale: "Let us see how long they will stand with this scale."
Above them all rose two vast wings, revealing Asmodeus, King of Demons, his face a blend of majesty and madness. Asmodeus, haughtily: "Long time… weak creatures."
Beside him, slowly appearing, was his father Morlock, the statue of ancient chaos; his very presence made the air suffocate.
Morlock, calmly: "Do not rush, Asmodeus. We will annihilate them soon."
The earth trembled under the march of the armies, and the sky blackened with the wings of the Nargol.
The war that would consume the world had begun.
Poseidon raised his voice above the roar of hell: "No more hesitation! Let us unite, or we will be crushed before dawn!"
Oungan smiled a grim smile amid the chaos: "Our time is over… but before we die, let us turn this land into an unforgettable slaughter!"
Semifil shouted, brandishing Excalibar: "Odin, you damned bastard!"
But Odin laughed madly, leapt high clutching one of the Nargol, and declared in a thundering betrayal: "From today… my blood and yours are one! Let us burn this world together!"
As the echo of that betrayal rang out, Hades advanced slowly, his eyes narrowing with deadly focus. Beside him Fenikeros the Phoenix spread his golden wings like a sun rising amid hell, his voice ringing in hearts: "Forward, Hades… let us hold for a while!"
And thus, amid screams and ruin, two merciless armies collided.
Sky and earth alike bore witness to the beginning of the great slaughter.
As the armies of darkness clashed with the last forces of humanity, a new sound pierced the chaos. It was not a sound of hell… but a cry of hope!
From the north, ranks of Elves charged, their faces lit by moonlight, their arrows glittering like meteors piercing the dark. They were led by Marin, Liarya, and Ilan — three of their brightest talents.
Ilan shouted: "We are here, Fenikeros."
From the depths of the mountains came the Dwarves, their armor like solid iron, their hammers striking the ground in rhythm, led by Baljarm, Karadan, and Kolmar.
Karadan shouted to Fenikeros: "You damn bird, we've come to stop the war but the demons weren't in the agreement."
Fenikeros replied angrily: "I did not know the demons would attack, dwarf."
Above them, the sky filled with squadrons of warbirds, wings of fire and feathers of silver, raining gusts of wind and sparks. Leading them were Queen Alithia and her handmaid Serafina, accompanied by commanders valkoris, Dragmor, Ganisha, Harukan, and Arkayon.
Alithia, furious: "What the hell is happening, Fenikeros?"
Fenikeros: "This is not the time for questions, O Queen."
Then the earth thundered… the Orcs arrived, their legions like raging waves, led by their king Tarok, his right hand Ragnar, the chain-lord Kargal, and his son and heir Droghan.
Tarok, enthusiastically: "Move out, my soldiers… fill your hearts with battle!"
From the shadows gleamed the fangs of the Vampires, led by King Vircolak, with Duchess Lamia and his loyal servant Zephir, alongside Nosvira, Mortian, and Valric.
Lamia, speaking to Vircolak: "My king… we came only to watch. Shall we join the fight?"
Vircolak placed his hand on his chin: "Hmmm… we have no choice; we will fight as well."
Servant Zephir: "And which side shall we fight on, my lord?"
Vircolak, with a confident smile: "Of course… we will fight with the humans."
Nosvira, Mortian, Valric, Zephir, and Lamia said together: "Haaaaah!"
Vircolak put his hand to his face: "I do not like humans, but I hate demons more."
Finally, a howl echoed across the plains and mountains… the Werewolves charged, led by their king Volker, supported by Skail, Drafon, and Erwin.
Volker eyed Vircolak with disgust: "Grrr… damn vampires — what are they doing here, for heaven's sake?!"
At that moment, a warm smile appeared on Fenikeros the Phoenix's face, as if the flame of hope had begun to burn again.
Meanwhile, Oungan exploded in a mad laugh, turning toward Poseidon and shouting: "Do not die, you fool… for I am the one who will kill you!"
Poseidon smiled calmly, replying with a cold smile: "The same applies to you…"
Hades raised his head for the first time in years with a mad smile, as if the blood before him were no longer a catastrophe but an invitation to a long-awaited battle.
And so the curtain fell on the beginning of the Great War of the Races.