At that moment,
below the sinking clouds at the very center, lay an ancient castle shrouded in gray mist.
Outside the castle, battle cries were incessant, with devotees clad in gray and black robes, and even more monstrous entities of immense stature and ferocious faces.
But what drew more attention was a man dressed in black, wielding a greatsword, fighting relentlessly through the hordes of Mysterious Evil and cultists for over an hour without a moment's pause.
The man was soaked in blood, resembling a devil.
Even the fearless cultists, who would sacrifice everything for the grand Crimson Moon, couldn't help but shy away, stepping back at the sight of the approaching man in black.
Their steadfast and eternal beliefs seemed to be shaking.
Inside the castle,
