"....."
Sakaar remained standing alone upon the towering platform, his posture straight and unyielding, his hands folded neatly behind his back. His sharp, calculating perception swept across the vast expanse of the battlefield, studying every subtle shift in momentum, every flicker of change, after the intervention of the demons.
And, to his silent astonishment… Not much had changed.
Before him stretched a scene that defied mortal comprehension—a massacre of cosmic proportions, a living catastrophe where tens of millions of soldiers clashed with unrelenting ferocity. The ground that was now called the Shallow Land had once been a magnificent river, a majestic vein of water birthed by centuries of torrential rains that flooded the region. That river carved through the heart of a colossal continent, winding its way across thousands of kilometers before emptying into the boundless sea.
