The plains separating the hills of Yalenia were turned into one deep valley that held infinite remnants of elements. Ice, fire, wind, plants, poison, stone, or even lightning had inflicted this place.
There was, of course, one more thing inside this deep crater: a man with black and golden robes. His existence was the focal point of the entire world. A single word crossed the mind of anyone who witnessed his earlier feat.
Invincible.
Osian of Ilios was once called Invincible because no element could reach him without being devoured. But that invincible man was defeated by a walking definition of strength.
"The minute is over," Arthur Netherborne declared, his gate of wrath exploding with infinite wrathful souls. They roamed the sky of the living, screaming, demanding justice. "And I have a gift for you, Yalen King."
