The battlefield was a wasteland, dust and smoke rising high. Jin-Woo's shadows crawled over the broken ground, alive and hungry for more. The Monarchs had retreated, but their threat was far from gone. Deep in the darkness beyond the city, something stirred—a power older and darker than anything Jin-Woo had faced. The air grew heavy and cold, a silent warning before the storm. Suddenly, the ground trembled, cracks spreading like spider webs. From the shadows came a growl, low and hungry, shaking the earth.
Jin-Woo's eyes narrowed as he felt the danger. His shadow soldiers tightened their ranks, ready to fight once more. The dark hunger was awakening—a force that fed on fear, pain, and death itself. It was coming for him.
Without warning, massive claws ripped through the earth, tearing up buildings and throwing debris everywhere. A giant shadow beast, bigger than any monster Jin-Woo had summoned, emerged. Its eyes glowed with cold malice, and its roar echoed like a nightmare come to life. The Hunger had arrived.
Jin-Woo didn't hesitate. He raised his black sword, shadows swirling and growing darker. His army charged forward, meeting the beast head-on. The clash shook the ground, powerful blows sending shockwaves through the city. Jin-Woo dodged sharp claws and slammed his sword deep into the beast's side, but it barely flinched. The Hunger was stronger than anything he had fought before.
The battle raged fiercely. Shadows battled shadow, darkness clashing against darkness. Jin-Woo's army fought bravely, but the beast was relentless. It tore through soldiers, its jaws snapping dangerously close to Jin-Woo's neck. With a roar, Jin-Woo summoned his shadow dragon, sending it to fight the beast in the air. The two monsters collided, tearing at each other with claws and teeth.
Jin-Woo's body burned with power as he pushed himself harder, entering Shadow Ruin form again. His sword flashed like lightning, cutting deeper and faster. He knew this fight would decide everything.
As the Hunger beast faltered, Jin-Woo gathered all his strength for one final strike. Shadows wrapped around his sword, forming a deadly black flame. With a mighty roar, he plunged the blade into the beast's heart. The creature screamed, its body dissolving into smoke and shadow.
But even as it fell, a dark voice whispered in Jin-Woo's mind—cold, cruel, and full of promise:
"This is far from over."
The battlefield was quiet now, but Jin-Woo knew the war had just begun. The true enemy was still waiting in the dark, hungry for his power, and ready to devour everything.
Jin-Woo looked to the horizon, shadows flickering at his feet.
He tightened his grip on his sword and whispered, "I'm ready."