"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMM!"
Explosions tore through the battlefield, the shockwaves shaking the very mountains. The True Depravita of Greed, the Royal Guard, Fang, and thousands of Reapers swarmed Gengish like a living tide of steel, claw, and flame. Strike after strike chipped away at the Corruption General's strength, draining his vitality one wound at a time. Their eyes glowed with raw killing intent—unyielding, merciless—each pressing forward as if their own lives meant nothing so long as they could claim his.
The ground beneath them was cracked and blackened, littered with the corpses of slain Reapers and shattered earth where Gengish's claws had lashed out in fury. Even so, the relentless assault gave him no space to recover, no breath to rally.
And in the skies above, the situation for the Corruption Forces was equally dire.
