The crimson sky loomed ominously above the vast open field as Dabi and his team stood before an endless sea of figures. The scorched, cracked ground stretched out in every direction, punctuated by scattered piles of ancient rubble.
Hundreds of warriors—twisted and broken remnants of those who had ventured into the gate for the past hundred years—stood motionless at first, their eyes blank yet somehow burning with a cold, unyielding malice.
Zen's voice broke the silence, his tone laced with defiant sarcasm. "I hate this place."
Jeni's breath caught as she surveyed the enemy ranks, her ice-daggers trembling in her grasp. "That's… a lot."
Dabi's gaze hardened as he surveyed the battlefield. "They're our next trial," he said quietly, his voice echoing with unwavering resolve. "
