The Martial Sages fought a devastating battle that unleashed a tsunami of seismic radiation upon the entirety of the world.
A battle that would determine the future of all of human civilization.
A battle that would determine the fate of the Kandrian Empire.
A battle greater than any other in the entire world.
A battle that awakened a slumbering eldritch monstrosity.
One moment, they were fighting with every ounce of power they were able to squeeze out of the very root of their being.
The very next moment, they froze.
Each and every one of them froze where they stood.
They froze as they felt a horrifying gaze wash over them.
They froze as they felt a horrifying rage wash over them.
An inhuman gaze.
A monstrous fury.
It sent chills across their skin.
It sent shivers down their spines.
And in that moment, they remembered what it felt like.
They remembered the fear of weakness.
