In the space beyond the world, smoke and dust filled the air.
Lord Leon's body was broken and battered. He was protected at the center by the last remaining human powerhouses, all of whom had already resolved themselves to die.
Across from them, the crown atop the foreign race leader Valen's head shone with a dark glow. Dark magic surged around him like a tide, and a cold, savage smile hung at the corner of his mouth.
"Kill them all.
"These people are the strongest combat forces still remaining among humanity. If we wipe them out today, the human race will lose its pillars. Generation after generation, they will become nothing more than cowards afraid of death, with no chance of rising again."
His gaze shifted, a trace of amusement flashing through his eyes.
"I have also heard that a little fellow named John has recently appeared and caused quite a stir in human territory.
