The sky trembled, its clouds shattered like fragile glass when a terrifying sound pierced through, coming from the south like an infernal storm. It was not just a sound… but a shiver that invaded the bones.
Poseidon froze in his place, as if his oceans had suddenly been stripped away from him. His eyes widened and his voice trembled:
"Impossible… what is this sound? It's approaching at an unbelievable speed!"
Oungan, who had never known fear, opened his eyes sharply, his heart pounding against his chest like war drums, and shouted in his mind:
"What the hell is happening?!"
Even Hades, lord of the frozen underworld, his features cracked for the first time, staring into the horizon with a stunned look:
"Damn it… there are so many of them. An army enough to invade the whole world!"
Only then did Odin lower the horn from his lips, the echo of the blast still shaking the corners of the sky. A mad smile spread across his face, his teeth shining like the fangs of a beast:
"It's over for you… you cursed ones!"
Semifel gripped Excalibur, his blood boiling like a volcano, and shouted angrily:
"You bastard! I will never forgive you!"
But before he attacked, the armies of darkness arrived…
The first to appear were the Hell Wolves, like a storm of ash and fire, their howls announcing the herald of the end.
Then followed the hordes of ghouls:
– The Devourers, with mouths that never closed.
– The Rippers, running on all fours faster than the wind.
– The Breakers, each step shattering rocks.
– The Cursed Skeletons, whispering curses that extinguished magic circles.
A heavy thud resounded… the Trolls emerged, green monsters with massive hammers and sharp fangs.
Then a polar roar rose… the Yeti, giants of ice, their backs surrounded by snowstorms that froze the blood in veins.
And finally the sky was covered by the Narghul, winged blue demons, their wings swallowing the light until day turned into night.
Only then did the ranks split open to reveal the seven generals:
– Garok the Bloody, his body dripping with blood that never dried.
– Ambaros the Ruiner, waving his spear like a storm.
– Beelzebub the Gluttony, his belly an endless abyss.
– Oceloth the Famine, his gaze withering crops and stone.
– Lilith the Lust, her steps stealing minds.
– Ashura the Envy, his eyes corrupting all that is pure.
– Varuna the False Justice, lifting a broken scale as a symbol of betrayed truth.
Above them all, two great wings rose, revealing Asmodeus, King of Demons, his face a blend of majesty and madness.
And beside him slowly appeared his father Morlock, a statue of ancient chaos, whose presence alone made the air suffocate.
The earth quaked beneath the march of armies, and the sky blackened with the wings of the Narghul.
The war that would consume the world had begun.
Poseidon raised his voice above the roar of hell:
"Enough hesitation! Let us all unite, or we will be crushed before dawn breaks!"
Oungan smiled a grim smile amidst the chaos:
"It's over for us… but before we die, let's turn this land into a massacre never to be forgotten!"
Semifel shouted while brandishing Excalibur:
"Odin, you damn bastard!"
But Odin laughed with madness, leapt high grabbing one of the Narghul, and declared with resounding betrayal:
"From today… my blood and yours are one! Let us burn this world together!"
While treachery echoed, Hades advanced slowly, his eyes narrowing with deadly focus. And beside him, Phinikeiros the Phoenix spread his golden wings like a sun rising amidst hell, his voice resounding in hearts:
"Forward, Hades… let us hold on for now!"
And thus, amidst screams and ruin, two armies collided, neither knowing mercy.
Heaven and earth together became witnesses to the beginning of the great massacre.
And while the armies of darkness clashed with the last forces of men, and the sky blackened with the wings of the Narghul, a new voice thundered tearing through the noise. It was not a sound of hell… but a cry of hope!
From the north, the ranks of the Elves surged, their faces lit by the glow of the moon, their arrows shining like shooting stars piercing the darkness. Leading them were Marin, Liaria, and Elan, three of their brightest talents.
From the depths of the mountains came the Dwarves, their armors like solid iron, their hammers striking the earth in rhythm, led by Balgrem, Karadan, and Kolmar.
Above them, the sky was flooded by flocks of warrior birds, their wings of fire and feathers like silver, raining volleys of wind and sparks. At their front were Queen Aletheia and her servant Seraphina, with the commanders Falkoris, Dragmor, Ganesha, Harokan, and Arkaion by their side.
Then the ground thundered… the Orcs returned, their hordes like raging waves, led by their king Tarok, his right hand Ragnar, the Chainmaster Kargal, and his son and heir Drogan.
From the shadows, the fangs of the Vampires gleamed, led by King Vercoulac, with Duchess Lamia, his loyal servant Zephyr, and beside them Nosfera, Mortian, and Valrik.
And finally, a howl echoed across plains and mountains… the Werewolves surged, led by their king Volker, supported by Skyel, Dravon, and Erwin.
At that moment, a warm smile spread across the face of Phinikeiros the Phoenix, as if the flame of hope had returned to burn again.
Meanwhile, Ongan burst into a mad laugh, turning toward Poseidon and saying:
"Don't die… because it is I who will kill you!"
Poseidon chuckled quietly, replying with a cold smile:
"And the same applies to you…"
While Hades raised his head for the first time in centuries with a mad smile, as if the blood before him was no longer a catastrophe… but an invitation to a battle he had long yearned for.
Thus, the curtain fell on the beginning of the Great War of the Races.