Several years later,
Roar!!
Boom!!
Clang!!
The cacophony of chaos filled the air, manifesting a symphony of destruction on the Warfield.
Explosions thundered relentlessly, the clash of steel echoed like a death knell, blood splattered, dragons roared, and warhorses screamed amidst the carnage.
The battleground was a torn wasteland- craters scarred the earth, tremors rippled with every colossal impact, and rivers of blood carved their way through the soil.
This was the Armageddon of Doomsday Holocaust.
A grandiose name for the unrelenting massacre-a battlefield of demon annihilation.
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Palace of Ruinous Grace,
"Dominium Atræ Tenebræ"
A veil of darkness enveloped the castle, silencing the chaos within.
Surprisingly, no armies were stationed here. Instead, the scene showcased ten formidable warriors—six men and four women—standing resolutely. Opposite them loomed a towering giant.
Well, two giants, if one included the massive figure sprawled lifelessly on the ground, its size merely half that of the one still standing.
And, as anyone would have guessed, these were the ten heroes in their ultimate endeavor—the final stand to vanquish their sworn foe.
The towering giant before them was none other than their ultimate target, The Demon God.
Lying lifeless on the ground was the Demon King, the highest authority of the demon race, now reduced to nothing more than a casualty of this climactic battle.
The Demon God, Varynx, loomed over the battle-worn heroes. His monstrous form towered, a dark storm of fury and chaos. With every swing of his blade, divine shields cracked, and the earth trembled beneath his might.
"Catenae Lucis Divinae!"
Lucas's voice was barely a whisper as he raised his sword, casting out a wave of blinding light. But Varynx's dark aura swallowed the radiance, and the chains of divine light dissolved in an instant.
The heroes regrouped, but Varynx only laughed, his massive form towering above them. "Pathetic. You cannot hope to defeat me."
"You're wrong," Lucas muttered under his breath, gritting his teeth. "Divina Aegis!"
He raised his sword, summoning a blinding shield of light to protect his allies. With a sweeping motion, he dashed forward, slashing through the air in a burst of divine power. Varynx roared, blocking the attack with his own blade, but the shockwave from their clash shook the very ground beneath them.
Alestia leaped in, her shield raised high. "Now!"
"Zonarium Aeternum Veritas!" Sylas shouted, his staff crackling with power. The earth responded to his will, sending waves of roots and thorns to bind Varynx, holding him in place for just a moment.
But the Demon God's eyes blazed with fury as he broke free, his monstrous wings flapping with a deafening roar. "You think you can stop me with this?"
"We're losing..." Alestia gasped, struggling to stand, her shield cracked, and her armor dented. "We can't keep this up much longer."
The Demon God raised his blade high, the dark energy swirling around it in a vicious storm. "You are weak, all of you!" he bellowed. "This is your end."
Varynx's blade descended with the power of a mountain, and Lucas barely managed to block it, the force sending him sliding backward. His knees buckled under the pressure, but he held firm. "We have to hold on... just a little longer..." he muttered to himself.
Sylas gasped, his hand stretched toward the fallen Alestia, his energy waning. "We can't... no more…"
But then, amidst the storm, something shifted.
The ground beneath them trembled. It wasn't Varynx's dark power this time—it was something different, something ancient.
There was a distant rumble, like the sound of thunder, but the skies remained clear. Varynx turned in confusion, feeling a strange pull, as if the very land itself was reacting to the force that was coming.
A massive figure emerged from the shadowed gates of the palace—an armored giant, its aura pulsing with untamed power.
Varynx, sensing the shift, turned toward the new threat. His eyes narrowed. "What is this?"
The figure strode forward, stepping into the clearing with an overwhelming presence. The air seemed to crackle with energy. The heroes, battered and on the brink of collapse, looked up in disbelief.
"I am the end of this," the Hero of Warcraft's voice rumbled, deep and commanding, as he swung his axe with a force that sent a wave of power crashing through the battlefield.
The hero of Warcraft had arrived.
The very ground quaked beneath his steps, and with every movement, the air seemed to pulse with raw, untamed energy. His weapon, an enormous, jagged battle axe, glowed with an inner fire—an ancient, primordial power that seemed to warp the space around it.
Varynx narrowed his eyes, his lips curling into a sneer. "So, the 'Hero of Warcraft' decides to show himself now? You are too late."
The Hero of Warcraft didn't respond, his gaze fixed firmly on Varynx. With a single, fluid motion, he raised his axe, and the air around it seemed to stir, crackling with energy.
A low rumble echoed across the battlefield, but it didn't come from the Demon God—it came from the man who stood before him.
"You have no idea what you're up against," the Hero of Warcraft's voice boomed, carrying the weight of centuries.
The Demon God snarled and unleashed a wave of black energy, hurtling toward the hero. But the Hero of Warcraft moved without hesitation, his axe sweeping through the air in a broad arc.
The very air seemed to shudder. The Demon God's attack shattered like glass under the force of the Hero's strike, sending shockwaves that rattled the ground. Varynx staggered back, eyes wide in disbelief.
"This is impossible!" he growled, fury seeping into his voice.
The remaining heroes, though battered and on the brink of collapse, could only watch in stunned silence as the Hero of Warcraft stood unwavering, defiant in the face of the Demon God's fury. His mere presence seemed to tilt the scales of the battle.
The Hero of Warcraft's eyes met Varynx's, and for a fleeting moment, the world seemed to hold its breath.
The battle was far from over.