The battlefield was a vast, desolate plain where the air was thick with the scent of ozone and the weight of a billion lost souls. On one side, the Resistance stood in a line that stretched as far as the eye could see. The Gods of Elements hovered in the air, their auras clashing with the dark sky. The Void Kids stood with their weapons of imagination ready, and in the center, the Terrible Demon loomed like a mountain of shadow, its six eyes fixed on the horizon. It was a sight that should have inspired hope, yet the atmosphere was one of profound dread.
Across the divide, the domain of Erif × Daniel beckoned. It was a place where geometry failed and the ground moved like liquid. The sky above his fortress was a swirling vortex of souls from Terra Mortis, millions of ghosts waiting for the signal to descend. Erif himself was not visible, yet his presence was everywhere—a cold, mocking pressure that felt like it was trying to erase the heroes from the page. The two armies stood frozen, a hair's breadth away from a collision that would end the multiverse.
But as the Supreme God looked down his line, a cold realization struck him. Two of their most important warriors were nowhere to be found. Donald and Micheal, the clones who had been sent on the mission to gather allies and the Zynigami offspring, had not returned. There was no portal, no signal, and no trace of their energy. Their absence felt like a hole in the heart of the army. Without them, the elemental balance of the resistance was incomplete, and the mystery of their disappearance hung over the soldiers like a shroud.
Had they been captured by Erif's shadow-network? Had the Zynigami offspring turned on them in the void between worlds? Or had they found something out there that made them turn away from the war entirely? The uncertainty gnawed at the Void Kids, especially Senthil, who had written their destinies. The fear that their secret weapon had been neutralized before the fight even began was a blow that no one was prepared for.
Lucifer, inside the mind of the Terrible Demon, let out a low, vibrating growl that shook the earth. He could feel Erif's eyes on them. He knew that Erif was waiting, enjoying the tension, watching them realize their own weakness. This was the King of Souls' ultimate game: to let them build an army, to let them create a monster, and then to show them that even their greatest efforts were just another part of his play.
The Supreme God raised his staff, the light from it flickering as the Reality Limits groaned under the stress. "There will be no second chance," he shouted, his voice barely carrying over the rising wind of the void. The souls in the sky began to scream in unison, a sound that signaled the start of the end. The armies leaned forward, the first steps were taken, and the "Script of Reality" prepared to record its final, bloody page. Somewhere, far beyond the reach of the gods, Donald and Micheal were still missing, and the clock hit zero.