At the entrance of the abyss,
an enraged dragon was unleashing torrents of scorching dragon breath.
Countless abyssal creatures, before they even had the chance to set eyes upon the surface world, were reduced to piles of smoldering charcoal under its fiery assault.
Towering Hill Giants stood like mountains.
Every time one lifted its foot and stomped down, entire swathes of abyssal creatures were crushed into the ground, their lives extinguished in an instant.
And it wasn't just dragons and giants.
On the battlefield soared the divine-winged tigers, abominations of Dika, colossal beasts of destruction…
Everywhere Malkar looked, he saw only overwhelming might, each monster radiating a presence so fearsome that it shook him to the core.
He understood only one thing:
this was not a battle at all.
It was a massacre.
Malkar never imagined he would one day witness such a horrifying scene.
