[: 3rd POV :]
The sea roared beneath the gathering armada, waves breaking violently against the colossal battleships that cut through the waters with grim purpose.
From the largest of them, an ominous vessel adorned with obsidian runes and crimson banners, stepped the Demon King Xerath.
His eyes, sharp as volcanic glass, scanned the horizon.
Beside him, Demon Queen Lilith's elegant form radiated power and unease.
Kiel and Demon Lord Manork stood at their flanks, joined by the other Demon Lords—each one silent, their expressions carved from stone.
"So this is it," Lilith murmured, her voice a haunting whisper.
"The Forbidden Continent…"
Xerath's gaze did not waver from the storm-wreathed land.
"A place no ruler dares to tread. And yet, here we stand—because of one boy."
From another direction, a fleet bearing the crest of crystalline wings approached. Empress Caelira emerged, clad in battle regalia, her silver hair glinting against the stormlight.
