Anark perceived the entire battlefield, and for a brief moment, it felt as if time itself had stopped.
Everything unfolded before his eyes with terrifying clarity.
He saw the massive dragons of Root Flame rising toward the army of the Nine Empyrean Suns Alliance, their blazing bodies ready to consume thousands of Prima Deities and ArchDeities in a sea of destruction.
He saw the Monster of the Root, Robuke, raising his axe for a killing strike that would crush Leonidas, the Knight of the Scarlet Throne.
He saw Meylin struggling desperately against the strange and incomprehensible power of her enemy.
And he could even see Jason dashing toward him, a devastating blow already forming that could shatter the bones in his face.
Everything that could go wrong… had gone wrong.
The overwhelming victory that had once seemed certain was now on the verge of turning into a complete defeat.
The True Primordial of the Void closed his eyes for a brief moment.
A quiet sigh escaped his lips.
