He bit down on his bleeding lip and raised his sword. The Demon King's dark power swirled like a maelstrom, heralding the end of days. A suffocating aura of death blanketed the earth. Black magic—dark power forged from malice and despair. It was a scene of unparalleled devastation, a fitting prelude for a Demon King who had transcend...
He bit down on his bleeding lip and raised his sword. The Demon King's dark power swirled like a maelstrom, heralding the end of days. A suffocating aura of death blanketed the earth. Black magic—dark power forged from malice and despair. It was a scene of unparalleled devastation, a fitting prelude for a Demon King who had transcended mortality through corruption. Kallian, the Master of the Sword, stood firm. “I’m putting everything on the line for this fight.” Five years ago—when the Demon King first appeared and razed the entire continent—this final stand was the world's last hope. It was the last battle for Kallian and the expedition force alike. “I reached the state of Transcendence… just before the end.” Transcendence—a realm beyond human limits, where one becomes something akin to a
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