The battlefield roared with chaos as Athena and Mors stood at the center of the storm.
The demon god, Severin, loomed over them, its obsidian form shifting like a liquid shadow, its molten eyes burning with cruel amusement.
Around them, the sky was streaked with energy blasts from the warships above, their firepower barely scratching the surface of the abomination that had stepped into the mortal realm.
Zergs swarmed like an endless tide, their grotesque forms twisting and shrieking as they hurled themselves at the soldiers.
Athena's breath came ragged, her fingers tightening around Arthivian. The blade pulsed with ancient power, its dark edge gleaming in the crimson light of the battlefield.
Beside her, Mors held Elsienflora, its divine radiance standing in defiance against the abyssal presence before them.
