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The skies above the Demon Realm had turned red.
The earth trembled, and strange cracks opened across the land. Energy poured out—dark, ancient, and angry. Birds no longer flew. The rivers had stopped moving. And at the center of it all stood a man with black armor and burning eyes.
Varn—once the Demon King. Now something far worse.
He stood before a crowd of demon soldiers, his voice echoing through the mountains.
"The gods betrayed us. The humans abandoned us. Even the fallen gods hide behind balance." His eyes narrowed. "But I… I will build a new world."
Thousands of demons cheered. Some out of fear. Some out of blind loyalty.
But others—especially the elders—watched in silence. They knew something was wrong. Varn had changed.
And deep inside the Demon Temple, a secret chamber opened—a place that had been sealed for centuries.
Inside was the Core of Rebirth—a crystal said to hold the original spark of the Demon Realm itself. A crystal that could rewrite the laws of magic.
Varn placed his hand on it.
And it awakened.
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Far away, in the Neutral Grove…
Chirag jolted awake from a nightmare. Sweat covered his face. He had seen flames… shadows… and Varn's eyes glowing with blood-red light.
Siya was already awake, staring at the sky.
"You felt it too," she whispered.
Chirag nodded.
Kael ran into the room. "It's Varn. He's opened the Core."
Chirag stood up, his fists clenched. "He wants to remake the world."
Siya looked down. "And to do that, he'll destroy everything in his way."
They all knew what this meant.
War was no longer a distant threat.
It had begun.
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At the Council of Realms
The gods, the humans, the spirits, and even the fallen ones gathered at the Spiral Hall. The Balance Gate had forced everyone to acknowledge the truth: they could not win this war alone.
But the Council was in chaos.
"Why should we trust demons?" shouted one human general.
"Why should we trust gods?" barked a demon elder. "They've ignored us for centuries."
The voices clashed like thunder.
Then, Chirag stepped forward.
He raised his hand. And the room slowly went quiet.
"We don't have time for hate," he said calmly. "Varn doesn't care who's guilty or innocent. He'll kill everyone to rebuild a world where only he rules."
He turned to each side of the chamber.
"You don't have to like each other. But if we don't fight together, we won't have a world left to argue about."
The silence held for a long time.
Then, one voice spoke.
"I'll stand with him," said the guardian of the Water Realm.
One by one, others nodded.
Even the gods.
Even the demons.
The Alliance was born.
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Back at Varn's temple…
The Core of Rebirth began to pulse. With each beat, it corrupted the land, turning forests into ash and skies into red storms. Varn stood in front of a massive, dark portal forming at the heart of the realm.
He whispered ancient words.
And a figure stepped out.
Tall. Thin. Made of black mist and bone.
It was Moryan—the First Demon. The creature that all demons feared but never spoke of. The original curse. The darkness beneath the flame.
Varn had summoned him.
"You promised power," Varn said.
Moryan grinned, teeth like knives. "And you promised the world."
They shook hands.
And the world shivered.
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Later, at the battlefield plains
Chirag, Siya, and Kael stood before the Alliance armies. Thousands of warriors, creatures, spirits, and even old gods stood ready. Banners of different elements flew side by side.
Siya held Chirag's hand. "You're not just a part of this war, you're leading it."
He looked at her. "Only because I'm not alone."
Kael grinned. "Let's bring some chaos."
They walked forward as the drums of war began to beat.
The final battle was coming.
Not just for survival.
But for the right to shape what the world would become next.
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