The Fifth Layer of the Abyss.
The sky was stained crimson.
Countless Angels descended from the heavens, their radiant wings stretching across the endless battlefield. Their divine light illuminated the darkness, while their weapons unleashed waves of holy energy that tore through the Abyss.
The battlefield was already a sea of blood.
Demons and Angels clashed relentlessly, their roars and screams shaking the surrounding space. Entire worlds had been reduced to rubble, and the corpses of countless beings floated through the void.
Then, a man arrived.
Black hair tied behind his head, a few strands resting against his face. His traditional dark clothing fluttered gently as he walked forward.
A sword hung at his waist.
His expression was calm.
There was no anger in his eyes, no killing intent spilling from his body, and no trace of the sorrow he had carried from Avalon.
He simply walked forward each step approaching the battlefield.
