There was a time when the war between gods and evils raged beyond control.
They clashed across skies, across realms.
But their battle… it didn't stay in the heavens.
The impact ripped through the earth.
Oceans rose in monstrous tsunamis.
The ground cracked open, swallowing cities whole.
The skies bled fire.
The gods struggled.
The evils devoured.
Neither would back down.
And the world…
The world was crumbling under their fury.
The gods realized something.
If this war continued—it would end everything.
The heavens.
The hells.
The earth.
All would collapse.
But the evil did not care.
The evil did not stop.
The gods—all-powerful, all-knowing—could do nothing.
They had one option left.
One forbidden move.
One card no one dared to play.
Even the gods… hesitated.
Because what they were about to summon—
Was not a god.
Was not a devil.
But something that stood beyond them.
"Summon him."
A heavy silence followed.
The sky cracked, as if the world itself feared the name.
"No… we can't. We must not—"
"Summon him."
His hands trembled.
Even his divine form could not stop the fear.
"Even we may not survive!"
"The world won't survive if we don't."
Lightning shattered the skies as the seal broke.
Chains wrapped around dimensions snapped like threads.
And from the void… he rose.
Zorvaix.
The Blade that Cuts Both Heaven and Hell.
The Forbidden Balance.
He wasn't salvation.
He wasn't destruction.
He was the last trump card.
The gods didn't call him because they wanted to.
They called him because they had no other choice.
Because when gods can't…
Only he can.
Even if the price…
Is something not even the gods dare to face.