Lightning arcs split the sky above the NecroSol Continent, drawn forth by the silent clash of power between the Scarlet King and the True Depravita.
Amon, Bael, Juda, and Gilgamesh could only adopt solemn expressions. The aura of the two rose higher and higher, climbing beyond anything they could compare to. Each pulse of power pressed against their souls like a divine hammer, reminding them how far below they truly stood.
Without warning, without even the faintest ripple of transition, Azazel vanished.
The world seemed to pause. Then came the sound.
A single heartbeat thundered across the continent like an apocalyptic storm.
"BOOOOOOOOOOOOM!"
"BOOOOOOOOOOOOM!"
"BOOOOOOOOOOOOM!"
"BOOOOOOOOOOOOM!"
"BOOOOOOOOOOOOM!"
"BOOOOOOOOOOOOM!"
