Far away, in the bustling Ranker country of Korena, chaos reigned in the heart of one of its sprawling cities.
Towering buildings stood like silent sentinels as six-armed demons rampaged through the streets, their monstrous figures covered in thick, leathery skin.
Each of their six arms wielded a weapon—a twisted amalgamation of jagged steel and bone.
With every swing, cars were torn in half, and chunks of concrete flew through the air, sending panicked citizens fleeing in every direction.
But amidst the chaos, a lone figure descended from the sky, landing on the cracked asphalt with a soft thud.
The man wore a pristine black suit, sharply tailored, with polished shoes that gleamed under the flickering streetlights.
His sword, strapped neatly to his back, shimmered in the waning sunlight.
His presence alone seemed to calm the panic-stricken crowd, and a ripple of hope spread through the bystanders.
