In the vast unknown realm of the Asuras, an infinite expanse where shadowy beings gathered, a tense silence reigned at the start of the battle.
The ethereal glow of the realm flickered dimly, casting ghostly silhouettes of the countless shadowy figures, each one watching the unfolding events on Earth with a disinterested gaze.
The Asuras, renowned for their brutal efficiency and unparalleled strength, had been sent to deal with a mere human and his ragtag tribe of Pig Orcs.
To the shadowy beings observing, this task seemed trivial, almost laughable.
Lyerin, the Earthling, was expected to crumble under the relentless assault of the elite Asuras.
Their confidence in the Asura warriors was absolute. After all, these shadow assassins and time-bending warriors were handpicked for their lethal skills.
