The battlefield stretched endlessly beneath his feet, a landscape of death and ruin. Corpses lay in chaotic heaps, twisted and torn, their bodies mangled beyond recognition. Rivers of blood flowed down from the mountain of bodies, soaking the earth in crimson, the air thick with the stench of rot and decay. The demons he had slain lay silent now, their monstrous forms broken and lifeless, their rage and fury snuffed out in a single, sweeping slaughter.

He stood at the peak, drenched in their blood. His clothes, his skin- every part of him was soaked in the thick, dark red of his enemies, yet he felt nothing. No triumph, no relief, not even the faintest flicker of satisfaction. His face was as still as the corpses beneath him, his eyes empty, devoid of emotion. Не surveyed the carnage around him with cold detachment, as though the battle had been a distant memory, something that had happened to someone else.

The sky above was a swirling mass of dark clouds, tinged with blood-red streaks that matched the horror on the ground. The silence was deafening, broken only by the soft drip of blood falling from his hands, running in thin streams down his arms and pooling at his feet.

And then, he saw it.

High above, a figure hovered in the air, watching him. It was human in form, but surrounded by a thick, pulsating aura of darkness that seemed to devour the light around it. The figure was wrapped in shadows, its body indistinct beneath the shifting blackness, but its eyes-its eyes burned like twin flames, bright red and searing, cutting through the gloom with terrifying intensity.

The two of them stared at each other across the sea of corpses, neither moving, neither speaking. The creature's presence was overwhelming, a force of pure, suffocating malice that pressed down on the air around them, yet he stood unmoved. He felt no fear, no dread-only emptiness. The same emptiness that had filled him since the battle began.

The creature's red, flaming eyes bore into his, as though searching for something, but there was nothing to find. Only hollow darkness reflected back.

For a moment, the world seemed to hold its breath. Time itself slowed, the blood in the air hanging suspended, the silence between them growing deeper, heavier.

They stared at each other, two beings born from different abysses, their gazes locked like mirrors reflecting an endless void.

And then, as though the abyss itself

had looked back, the scene faded

into the stillness of the blood-soaked land, and the world waited for what would come next.