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The city's defenders stood battle worn but resolute, bracing for the ultimate assault.
They had faced the enemies army and their devastating forces, but now the true architects of destruction the Voidlords were stepping onto the battlefield.
Dabi watched as the five Voidlords emerged from the horizon, their immense forms casting long shadows over the ruined plains.
Each one was a manifestation of chaos and destruction, their power palpable even from a distance. Behind them marched a renewed tide of Rift creatures and siege constructs, their monstrous forms a stark reminder of the unending war.
"This is it," Dabi murmured, gripping the hilt of his sword.
Beside him, Raghnall adjusted his warhammer, its radiant light dimming the darkness encroaching upon them. "If we fall here, there won't be another chance."
"Then we don't fall," Loira replied, exhaustion clear in her voice but determination burning in her eyes.
