The battlefield sprawled endlessly, a chaotic symphony of crashing waves, clashing powers, and unrelenting roars from both beasts and warriors.
In a remote quadrant of the underwater war zone, sea creatures tore through each other with relentless fury. But a discerning eye would notice something strange—the movements of the dead beasts weren't random. They obeyed commands, like puppets on strings.
Standing behind them, orchestrating the chaos, was John. His once youthful aura had taken a grim turn. He now held a sinister-looking tome—the Griamore, a dark book pulsating with unknown energy.
With it, he no longer relied on the System. Instead, he engraved spells directly into the book, allowing him to summon and manipulate the dead independently. His powers had evolved beyond reliance; he had transcended the limitations of digital frameworks.
