The air was heavy—so thick with mana that even breathing felt like swallowing molten lead.
The battlefield within Aaron's domain pulsed with a red haze, the ground cracked in jagged veins that glowed faintly with infernal light.
The once-sturdy walls trembled with every shockwave of combat.
Mia and Hiro stood at the center of the chaos, their auras clashing with the devil's crimson force in violent bursts. Every strike, every movement, tore through the air like thunder.
Their team—the proud unit that had once reclaimed entire outposts—now struggled merely to stand upright.
Aaron, the Younger Devil of Muscles, loomed before them. His towering frame rippled with unnatural energy, every motion sending waves of heat and distortion through the battlefield. His skin shimmered like molten obsidian, and from his shoulders stretched wings that pulsed like living magma.
When he moved, the ground itself bent.
