At that moment, figures finally began to emerge from the three flagships of the Abyssal Kings' Organization.
They did not arrive in a rush, nor did they announce themselves loudly. Instead, they stepped forth with measured confidence, each movement carrying the quiet weight of absolute power.
From the obsidian citadel-ship of Bone Mercenary City, a tall, broad-shouldered demon strode out. His body was clad in layered mercenary armor forged from abyss-forged bone plates and blackened steel, etched with countless battle scars that radiated savage history rather than weakness. A heavy cloak hung from his shoulders, bearing the same crowned abyssal beast sigil.
His face was rough and sharp, with demonic black eyes like tempered iron, cold, calculating, and utterly fearless. Behind him followed several elite commanders, each exuding murderous intent.
