Frizt: (watching Manuel with interest) Your powers are growing faster than I expected. It's impressive to see how quickly you're mastering them.
Manuel: (with determination) I have no other choice. If I don't learn to control them, we won't be able to win this war.
Frizt nodded in approval, hiding his true intentions behind a mask of benevolence.
Frizt: (with a false smile) You're right, Manuel. But don't forget that I'm here to help you on this path. Together, we can achieve great things.
Meanwhile, in the deepest shadows of the dimension of the Undead, the gods and the high command were conspiring in silence, planning their next move in the power game unfolding before their eyes. Among them, Kor, with his insatiable bloodlust, longed for the moment to unleash his fury on the defenseless inhabitants of the land.
Kor: (with a wild look) The time for the hunt will soon come. I can't wait to taste the blood of my enemies.
Jotean, in a dark corner, waited patiently for the opportune moment to attack the land as well. His eyes gleamed with malice as he plotted his next move in his twisted mind.
Jotean: (murmuring to himself) Soon, soon I will show them the true meaning of suffering.
Meanwhile, Frizt and Manuel continued their training, preparing for the inevitable conflict ahead. As their powers grew, so did their determination to face whatever fate had in store for them.
Frizt: (with a penetrating look) We are nearing the end of our training, Manuel. Soon it will be time to test your skills on the battlefield.
Manuel nodded solemnly, aware that the real challenge was yet to come. But with Frizt by his side, he was determined to face any obstacle that stood in his way to victory.
The day of the "First Assault" was rapidly approaching, and on both sides of the breach between worlds, the tension was at its peak. Frizt, Jotean, Kor, Autumn, and Manuel led the forces of the Undead with determination, preparing to face their enemies on earth with everything they had. Their faces reflected a mix of anxiety and determination as they prepared for what was to come.
Manuel, aware that the battle for the earth would be a prolonged and ruthless struggle, had devised a meticulous plan to ensure the Undead prevailed. He knew it would not be easy to conquer the earth in one go, but he was determined to do everything possible to achieve it.
The "First Assault" would mark the beginning of the war between the two worlds, an epic confrontation that would determine the fate of both. The Undead, led by the Founding Power, were ready to do whatever it took to achieve victory, even if it meant sacrificing everything in the process.
The "First Assault" was about to begin, and with it, the fate of both worlds would be decided on the battlefield. Neither side was willing to yield, and the upcoming fight promised to be one of the most epic and challenging ever seen.
On earth, as the "First Assault" approached, Rayber, the god who had arisen to protect the land from the threat of the Undead, watched from above. His piercing gaze rested on the horizon, where the darkness of war loomed. With the power of the Infinite flowing through him, Rayber prepared to lead Legion 101 in the battle that would define the fate of his world. With unyielding determination and a will of iron, he was ready to face any challenge that stood in his way.