Looking at everything before him, Serges felt his scalp tingle with fear.
He had participated in the Tri-War before and witnessed battlefields resembling Hell, but even so, the scene before him now ignited a profound fear—an entire city transformed into mountains of corpses and oceans of blood, smoke and fire raging amidst scattered bodies.
Amidst this horrifying tableau stood a towering figure, covered in fresh blood from head to toe, like an envoy of Hell spreading destruction and death. He gripped a War Hammer in his hand, standing still, coldly scanning the massacre around him, resembling an emotionless killing machine.
Simply gazing at him gave one the illusion that the entire world was teetering on the brink of destruction, as though this Steel Warrior was the embodiment of the apocalypse, bringing nothing but death and annihilation to all.
