It was far from over yet.Ethan stood among the wreckage of battle, his breathing coming in rough gasps. The gilded sigils below him were starting to flicker, their light dimming as exhaustion threatened to overcome him. Lysara clutched at his arm, steadying him, her own energy running perilously low. The Twin Serpents of Eternity wrapped protectively around them, their eyes scanning over the battlefield for any remaining threats.But something was wrong.A thick, unnatural fog seeped into the ruins, curling around the broken pillars and shattered ground. The temperature plummeted, and a cold dread clawed at Ethan's spine.Lysara tightened her grip on her staff. "Ethan… I don't like this."Neither did he.The leftovers of the abyssal creatures were gone, cleansed from their corrupted being by Ethan's invocation. But there was something that lingered—something unseen, lurking just beyond the edge of reality.Then came the whisper.Soft at first. A chorus of voices overlapping, speaking

The wind was blowing through the ruin, speaking to Ethan and Lysara of secrets of yore as they stood there together, breathing hard with fatigue. The battle was won, but victory left them shaken. Beside them, the Herald of the Eternal Hunt stood, its wounds still smoking, its golden eyes scanning shadows beyond. The abyss wasn't done with them yet.Ethan clenched his grip on his sword, the aftershocks of his summoning still vibrating through his veins. Power surged within him, but it was different now refined, controlled. He could feel the shift, the awakening of something deeper, something far more dangerous.A guttural growl rumbled through the ruins.Lysara's fingers flexed around her staff, golden light swirling at its tip. "They're coming," she whispered, her voice steady despite the dread curling around them.Ethan took a step forward, raising his blade. "Let them."From the abyss, they emerged.Twisted creatures, shrouded in darkness, their forms constantly shifting as though r

It was quiet the type that comes after an intense storm on the battlefield. Smoke curls in the air, as if it had whispers of the secret of the recently concluded battle. Ethan stood at the edge of the wreckage, the remains of the corrupted creatures smoldering in the aftermath of the dragon’s fiery breath. His body was battered and bloodied, but his spirit burned bright with the fire of a warrior.Beside him, Lysara was down on a knee, running out of strength from the spate of casts. She pushed the sweat-soaked hair behind her ear. Her eyes trailed over the chaos. "That was too close," she muttered, her breath ragged from exhaustion. "We can't let our guard down.Ethan's hand tightened on his sword. It was hard to see what was left of the destroyed city. The dragon was standing in the background, its golden flames burning like a renewed beacon of eternity. There stood a celestial knight and the ghostly wolf by his side, like silent sentinels, their forms equally tattered but unmoving.

The battlefield was a maelstrom of flame, darkness, and the sounds of steel colliding with its counterpart. There, Ethan held his sword raised high as a titan and its new summon battled in an ear-shattering bout. The earth cracked and heaved, as if the skies themselves were angry, the smoke thick with burned earth and unmistakable blood odor. His heart was racing, but there was no time to pause, no time to rest. They were fighting not just for their lives but for the fate of the entire world.The behemoth that Ethan conjured up those massive legs, that unyielding momentum—was slammed into the titan again and again, the fist strikes creating an earthquake-like shaking on the battleground. The ugly form of a titan moved unbelievably fast due to its considerable size, making its hits unbearable. The massive behemoth made a powerful endeavor but was far from hitting back with the utmost force. His fist struck every time into that titan's iron armor, sounding like crunching metal, not enou

The battlefield was silent once again, but this silence was not peaceful. It was the calm before the storm. Ethan’s heart thundered in his chest as he stood at the edge of the rift, his sword raised, its light flickering in the oppressive darkness that had consumed the sky. The air itself seemed to warp, bending around the ominous force that now loomed above them.The presence from the rift was no longer an unseen force it was manifesting before their very eyes. From the depths of the darkness, a shadow began to take shape, an entity so vast and terrifying that it seemed to tear at the very fabric of reality itself. It was a creature that defied description, its form constantly shifting, as though it existed in multiple dimensions at once. Its eyes, if they could even be called eyes, burned with an infernal light, casting an eerie glow over the shattered earth.The architect stood before the rift, his arms raised in triumph, his expression twisted in a deranged smile. “This is the tru