The battlefield pulsed like a living wound—raw, ragged, bleeding power into the air with every breath of wind.
Cracks spiderwebbed across the stone like broken veins, glowing faintly from the residual energy of clashing titans. Ash and rubble floated on the heated air, and the remnants of shattered summons littered the ground like abandoned statues. Some were still smoking. Others were little more than piles of twisted metal and melted bone.
Above it all, currents of void and death mana twisted together like warring spirits, circling each other in silent violence—an unseen storm choking the very sky.
And in the center of it all, Varkos was pinned.
The Archfiend, the storm-wrapped juggernaut, was locked in place, his massive body held down by sheer force and cursed fury.
The Boar Knight roared, a thunderous bellow that seemed to crack the air itself.
His monstrous arms clamped around Varkos's torso like iron girders, pulling tight.
