Lyerin's eyes narrowed as he gazed up at the massive projection of the Asura lady in the sky. Her ethereal form glowed against the backdrop of swirling clouds, her presence commanding the attention of every being below.
Corora, still perched on his shoulder, clung to him tightly, her small fingers trembling as she anxiously watched the unfolding events.
The Asura lady's voice resonated across the many worlds, booming like thunder.
"The rules are simple," she began, her tone cold and methodical, as though she had explained this countless times before.
"Each race, each tribe, family, group, or brotherhood will be tested. The battlefield will soon be flooded by waves of beasts from across the Absorbed Worlds.
"These beasts will come in endless tides, and your task is to defend yourselves. The beasts will increase in strength and ferocity as the tides progress, and there will be no respite until all but one group remains standing."
