The battlefield had turned into a nightmarish realm of despair as the Elf Queen's Soul Magic spread throughout their surroundings like a blight, transforming friend and foe into mindless, zombie-like creatures.
Among them was the Beast King who had once been a proud and noble warrior, but was now reduced to a soulless husk; his eyes hollow and empty, his movements mechanical and unyielding.
Worst yet, he only had one enemy in sight.
Even in death, it seemed like he still sought after the strongest….
"... Aria."
Meanwhile, Aria who was currently exhausted from her fierce battle with the Beast King, found herself facing him once again.
Only now, he was a relentless and ruthless monster, his body driven by dark magic, knowing no fatigue, no pain, no mercy.
"You cannot be serious!" Aria exclaimed, her voice filled with disbelief and horror as the Beast King lumbered towards her, his massive fists clenched and ready to strike.
