The battlefield had become a bleeding wound upon reality itself.
Flashes of Chaotic power split the sky while streaks of pure destruction tore through the air.
The barriers upon the elven and dwarven Empire was was already long gone—As millions died from th destruction alex and the seven deadly sins were causing. Amid this devastation.
Alex fought alone against the seven incarnations of chaos.
Grambell's next strike came like the wrath of gods, cutting through space.
His hand blurred, and before Alex could react, a blade of condensed pride carved through his wrist. Blood boiled in the air, glowing red as his severed hand fell to the ground.
But an instant later, the flesh reformed. Bone, sinew, and skin reconstructed in a flash of divine energy—Alex's body whole again, yet trembling under the strain.
Around him, the seven Sins never relented.
