Amidst all the destruction and chaos that covered the entire landscape, the smell of blood lingered in the air. There stood a lone man between the mountains of corpses of monsters that looked like humans, dressed in tattered clothes and covered in bruises all over his body. Blood dripped down from his fingers, and a sword was in his hand, engraved with many symbols that appeared ancient and sinister due to the blood that coated it. Despite being covered in blood, the sword emanated an aura of power that resided within it.
He gazed straight at the horizon of the landscape with fiery red eyes that burned like fire, facing an army of millions of monsters whose aura was so dark and sinister that it could instill fear in the eyes of the strongest beings in the universe. Despite this, the lone man stood firm and muttered, "Looks like it's the end."