The main battle had started!
The sky above Layer 4 was no longer purple.
It was a fractured mosaic of crimson and steel-grey, violently tearing apart as two calamities clashed in the stratosphere.
*BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!*
A sound much louder than any thunder resounded throughout the land, it was the atmosphere screaming.
High above, Duke Varic Vane was a blur of red light.
He moved faster than the eye could track, weaving through the air with the grace of a phantom.
"[Abyss Blood Art: Red Rain.]"
The Duke swiped his hand. Thousands of crystallized blood needles, each dense enough to pierce a mountain, rained down from the heavens.
However in response to such a move that could easily end hundreds of thousands if not millions of regular lives, the orc emperor in front of him just laughed
"WEAK!"
Emperor Thraka didn't dodge. The 8th Order Warlord stood mid-air, utilizing the sheer density of his aura to stand on the wind itself.
