The Grand Commanders stood before the Celestial God, their bodies battered and bruised, their spirits weary from the trials they had endured. The toll of their battles with the Abyss and the subsequent escape from its clutches had left them drained, their reserves of energy and strength nearly depleted. Yet, their determination burned brightly within them, a flickering flame amidst the encroaching darkness.
As they faced off against the Celestial God, they couldn't help but notice the stark contrast between their own exhausted states and his seemingly untroubled demeanor. His form radiated with an otherworldly power, his presence commanding and confident. The Celestial God's eyes gleamed with a self-assured glint as if he knew that victory was already within his grasp.
