Boom!
The entire arena trembled.
The black-red mist exploded outward and swallowed everything around him, forming a massive grave-like domain that seemed to drag the battlefield into the depths of an ancient abyss. Tombstones made of condensed demonic energy rose from the ground one after another, each one covered in strange runes that pulsed like bleeding wounds.
The silhouettes within the mist began to move, and every time they shifted, low whispers filled the air, as if countless fallen souls were crying, cursing, and begging from the bottom of a forgotten battlefield.
This was Karo's Pseudo Cosmic Path.
Abyssal Grave of the Fallen.
It was not a simple demonic technique.
It was a path built from slaughter, resentment, decay, and domination. Every enemy Karo had crushed, every warrior whose will he had broken, and every opponent whose pride had been buried beneath his power had become part of the idea behind this path.
