"ARGH!!!"
"For the Emperor!!!"
"Kill!!"
The battlefield erupted into chaos. Spells clashed in the air like falling stars, and combat arts tore through the earth. Explosions shook the ground, sending waves of dust and blood into the sky. The screams of the dying merged with the roar of battle, forming a single, deafening symphony of war.
"Fight!!"
"Kill them all!!"
Eztein stood amidst the carnage, his eyes sweeping over the endless sea of combatants. Humans, demis, and monsters—creatures of every kind—were locked in a struggle that shook the skies themselves. Their powers illuminated the field in a storm of color and destruction.
"So this is it..." Eztein muttered under his breath.
A sudden flash—he sensed it. He turned just in time to see countless bolts of lightning streaking toward him, their blinding glow cutting through the smoke. Eztein launched himself into the air, the ground exploding beneath his feet as the lightning struck where he had just stood.
