Legion and Azazel grinned, their monstrous visages twisted with savage delight. They could feel it—Cain's life force faltering, dwindling on the edge of collapse after receiving their devastating double attack. The figure of the Scarlet King lay broken at the bottom of the sea. His breath grew faint, his aura faded, and to all watching, it seemed the end had come; his epic saga was finally coming to an end.
And they were not alone in their joy. Across the battlefield, the warriors of the Imperium of Time felt the shift as well. Smiles spread across their exhausted faces. The Everstrife Empyrean World War was ending. Victory, long elusive and costly, was at last within their grasp, and the spoils of war would be legendary.
However, just as they savor the triumph, the world trembled.
"RUMBLE!"
The ocean surged, the sky groaned, the very bones of the earth quaked. But this was no shudder of destruction. It was power. Vast, immeasurable power.
