The battlefield was chaos. Flames clashed against shadow, blood sprayed across shattered stone, and cries of rage and despair echoed through the Black Rock Region. Humans and demons fought with unrestrained ferocity, their desperation feeding the madness of the war.
Above them, Aden and Varian's battle ripped the sky itself apart. Firestorms collided with waves of darkness, splitting the heavens into red and black. The ground was a sea of corpses, and still neither side relented.
Max stood at the edge of the carnage, his white hair shimmering faintly as his eyes swept across the battlefield. He watched the humans, their blades trembling as they fought against monstrous demons, their blood soaking the ground, their voices crying out in defiance.
A weight pressed into his chest. He clenched his fists. "I cannot just stand here," he thought. "I will take part in this war too. This is my war as much as theirs." His body leaned forward, ready to launch into the fray.
Then it came.
