The battle was on a scale Damian had never witnessed. He stood behind the formation, watching as the Theoi Polemikoi dominated the battlefield below as though it was their playground, and frankly, it was.
Towering walls of earth, swirling tornadoes of wind, thick bolts of lightning, and massive balls of crimson flames were the mainstream, turning the entire battlefield into a domain of destruction and death.
In a battle of this scale, it was simply impossible for the weak to have a place. As a result, Valerie and Adah had to stay behind as they watched Damian himself descend upon the battlefield below, the resolve to become stronger burning fervently in their eyes.
Landing on his feet, the lad scoured his entire vicinity. The war was fierce, but even the outer fringes of it were still a hundred meters ahead of him. And so, he summoned his Battle Envoys, or rather, their upgraded version, the Chaos Envoys.
