The moment I stepped onto the battlefield, the scent of blood and ash filled my nostrils.
Everything lay in ruins; not a single living soul remained—only the scattered corpses of the fallen. I had no need to worry about the battle itself; my spirits, each powerful enough to rival a high-ranking demon, fought fiercely on my behalf. With them holding the line, I could focus entirely on Lilith and the Empress.
I didn't realize then what was awaiting me there.
The moment I arrived there. I felt a massive amount of mana. My heart shattered, slow and agonizing, as my eyes locked onto him. Time stood still as I gazed upon the scene unfolding before me.
My heart hammered against my ribs, a fragile thing on the verge of breaking.
I ran, desperately, straight into the heart of the storm he had become.
The shadows tore at me, screaming, sinking their claws into my flesh and soul, but I didn't care.
I had to reach him.
Even if it destroyed me.
And then.
I was there.
