The world trembled as Vorathis' voice split the skies like thunder. His words were poison, sinking into the air, filling every creature's heart with dread.
"Go, my children! Show them true despair. Kill them. Burn the kingdoms. Burn the countries. Do not stop until every trace of hope is erased!"
The command echoed like a death sentence across the battlefield. And then—
Swoooosh!
A chilling gust tore through the land.
Boommm!
Every monster of Vorathis stepped forward in perfect unison. Their eyes glowed with a sickly crimson, their bodies pulsing with abyssal power. Then—suddenly—they vanished. Gone in a synchronized flicker of dark light.
A split second later—
Bammm!!!
The clash began.
The ground exploded as titanic forces collided.
Diablo was the first to engage. His obsidian eyes gleamed as he smiled, almost thrilled.
"Ah… such delightful prey. Do not disappoint me."
Dozens of Vorathis' children leapt at him. Claws sharper than blades, wings like torn shadows. Diablo's hand twisted, and black flames erupted around him.
"Hellflare: Abyssal Bloom."
The flames didn't just burn—they devoured reality itself. The monsters screeched as the space around them cracked, their bodies melting into fragments of nothingness. But more poured in, surrounding him.
Guy Crimson stepped in next. His red hair burned like fire in the wind, his aura sharp enough to cut through existence.
"Don't get cocky, Diablo. If these things are what I think they are… this fight won't be easy."
Guy raised his hand, summoning storm-like energy that ripped across the battlefield. Blades of wind and fire danced together, slicing through rows of Vorathis' creations.
Testarossa's cold, elegant voice followed, dripping with disdain.
"Ugly creatures. You dare bare your fangs at me?"
Her hands traced a circle in the air. Suddenly, a wave of silver light burst forth, each ray like a scalpel dissecting through monsters with merciless precision. Blood rained from the sky.
Ultima cackled, hurling waves of toxic magic that spread like plagues, corroding the ground and infecting anything that dared to step close.
Carrera laughed with reckless abandon, slamming her fists into the earth, shattering entire mountainsides as shockwaves crushed dozens of enemies at once.
Velgrynd and Velzard stood side by side, glowing with restrained power.
Velgrynd smirked, her golden eyes gleaming.
"Hmph. They think they can overwhelm us with numbers? Idiots."
She raised her arm, and fiery wings erupted behind her. In a single breath, she unleashed a torrent of flames hotter than the sun. The sky turned crimson as monsters evaporated mid-scream.
Velzard, in contrast, was calm and elegant, her icy blue aura making the battlefield freeze in silence.
"Don't waste your energy, sister. I'll show you how to deal with pests."
She exhaled softly. A wave of frost swept across the land, freezing not just flesh but time itself.
The monsters caught in her breath shattered into glittering ice, crumbling like fragile glass.
"Still competing with me, I see," Velgrynd teased.
Velzard flicked her hair and smirked.
"Always."
Milim soared into the fray with a roar, her fists glowing with raw destruction.
"LET'S GO!!"
Her first punch obliterated an entire swarm of Vorathis' children, leaving a crater miles wide. She twirled mid-air, kicking another, sending it crashing through mountains. Her energy exploded outward, and she laughed wildly.
"Hahaha! Now THIS is fun!"
But the enemies didn't falter. They fought with precision, speed, and terrifying unity. Their claws cut through barriers, their strikes shook even the ground beneath the True Dragons.
And yet—through all this chaos—no monster dared attack Veldora.
He stood still, in his human form, his arms folded, his golden hair swaying in the wind. His eyes were sharp, but a smile tugged at his lips.
"…Strange." His voice was calm, deep, filled with wisdom. "They avoid me. They know what I am."
Velzard glanced at him, her icy aura flaring as she dispatched another wave of enemies.
"Don't let your guard down, brother. If they're not attacking you, it means something worse is waiting."
Velgrynd smirked, her flames dancing around her.
"Or maybe they're just smart enough to know who not to poke first."
Veldora chuckled, his tone playful yet dangerous.
"No… this is different. Vorathis has planned something. Something even more terrifying."
The battlefield rumbled. A silence spread, unnatural and heavy.
And then—
The air cracked.
A new portal opened.
From its depths, an energy so vile, so suffocating, poured forth that even Guy and Diablo momentarily paused.
Veldora's smile vanished. His eyes narrowed.
"…So. This is what you've been hiding, Vorathis."
The ground split as a colossal shadow emerged. Horns curled like ancient trees, wings torn yet vast, eyes glowing with abyssal fire. Its aura was so overwhelming it felt as though reality itself was rejecting its presence.
Velgrynd clenched her fists.
"Brother… that thing… it's not like the others."
Velzard's eyes sharpened, her tone uncharacteristically tense.
"No. This one… this one was made for you."
Veldora stepped forward, his cape billowing in the storm of raw energy. He smirked again, but this time his eyes carried a sharp, commanding light.
"Finally. A worthy opponent."
The creature roared, a sound so deep it rattled the soul. Lightning split the skies. The land crumbled beneath its weight.
The real battle… had just begun.