Outside Orichalcum's Royal City, in the skies above, an ominous, heavy layer of dark clouds had formed at some point, completely obscuring the light. The entire land immediately grew dark, as if heralding the dawn of an apocalyptic event.
On the battlefield, the atmosphere was stifling and oppressive. Whether they were gods, demigods, legendary beings, or the remaining cannon fodder from the Orichalcum army, everyone wore expressions of panic and fear. One by one, they began retreating toward the rear, moving in unison.
Above, beneath the dark clouds, a massive silver wolf as large as a mountain was suspended in the sky. It radiated an overwhelming killing intent, the ferocity of which seemed capable of piercing the very sky itself!
