The battlefield between the Demon realm and the alter realm:
"Run! Run while you still can! The Dark Monster is here!"
Demons scattered across the ash-strewn plain, trampling one another in panic. Overhead, elite winged warriors hovered around a lone, cloaked figure pulsing with crimson energy.
"Stand down, mortal of the Alter Realm! State your purpose," the demon leader roared.
"That filthy human can't be the Dark Monster!" another sneered.
A surge of black mist erupted, swallowing the field.
"It's him… the Dark Monster!" the leader gasped as shapes coalesced: tall humanoids with elongated limbs and razor claws.
"Demonic Supernova!" The demons unleashed a purple blast that scattered the wraiths—only for them to reform. "Impossible—fifth-tier magic should block regeneration!"
The dark soldiers charged, tearing through demon ranks. The mist seeped into corpses, raising an undead army that swelled the onslaught.
Perched on a throne of swirling darkness, the figure watched with cold satisfaction. He was Hanzo: master necromancer, controller of the dark mist, player hunter, system eradicator, and the copy savant.