The battlefield was drawn.
But the storm hadn't ended.
Three more auras clashed behind the lines.
Virion stepped out of the shadows.
He is opponent of Mage King and also towered above someone waited for Seroi too. Robes like flowing black water. A mask of thorns on his face. From his back, ten limbs rose, each holding a different relic.
Eram. The Gravekeeper of Civilizations.
He who watched empires rot.
Ervin. The head of the Arkenhall. The Dark Assassin. His gaze shifted towards the Vestige's ships. No one decents.
And finally, the Mage King.
He walked forward, mana rising like a tide.
The ground beneath him broke with each step.
The sky itself flinched.
And what answered him was not a being.
It was a shadow. Taller than mountains. Wearing a crown of obsidian flame. Its voice shook all of Qiyun. He was Virion in his true form.
