IND Warzone, New Delhi battlefield.
Yellow sand swept across the sky, mingling with drifting blood mist.
Everywhere the eye could see was a blood-soaked wasteland. Eight hundred thousand adventurers from the IND Warzone lay dead. The ground was pitted with more than a dozen craters, each several kilometers wide.
Wreckage from magical battleships lay scattered across the field, their hulls occasionally erupting in weak, sputtering explosions.
Tens of thousands of Dragon's Kiss Guild adventurers, too busy to wipe the blood from their faces, scrambled to haul magical materials from every direction, rushing to repair the palace's shattered walls.
"Hahahaha… killing me won't change a damn thing! I've seen the truth about the Heaven Demons! Blue Star is a prison—every last one of us is going to die!"
"You'll all be buried with me! You'll be joining me in hell soon enough!"
The shrill, maniacal laughter echoed through the wasteland.
