"The Diviner World will be unified," he murmured, stepping into the portal. "Piece by piece, until no corner is left defenseless."
The light swallowed him, leaving the subdued Owls of Wisdom to prepare for the battles to come.
—Elsewhere, in the Gale Continent—
Lucy soared through the tempestuous skies, her white feathered angel wings slicing through the violent gales.
Below her, chaos consumed the land—infected hordes rampaged through once-prosperous settlements, their crimson flux corrupting everything in their path. Amid the turmoil, the faint glow of Overlord flux signatures marked her targets.
She descended upon the first stronghold, a fortress carved into the cliffside of a towering peak. As she approached, razor-sharp wind blades surged toward her, tearing through the air with lethal intent.
