The sky above murim was a storm of steel and fire. Hovering vessels blotted out the stars, disgorging wave after wave of humanoid invaders. Nameless Wolf's eyes scanned the battlefield with the cold precision of a predator.
Strange... humanoid in form, yet nothing like man or beast. Some wore strange armors that moved with them, blocking our strikes with ease. No matter. Internal energy penetrates all defenses.
The aliens carried strange weapons that spat beams of blinding light, burning the air with a scream. Murim warriors fell around them, their cries punctuating the chaos.
At the spearhead of the formation, Nameless Wolf moved with the three rulers—Alliance Leader, Heavenly Demon, Abyss Lord. They cut a swath through the alien hordes, each strike precise, each movement lethal. The ground shook under the clash of internal energy and alien weapons.
They are many, but we are four. Enough.
Until one halted their advance. A figure unlike the others. Towering, grotesque, its form shifting like smoke made solid. Every step radiated power. Nameless Wolf's eyes narrowed.
This one… different. Stronger than the rest. Can feel it in my bones.
The four of them converged. No words. No hesitation. Just instinct and skill honed over decades.
The creature roared—a sound that shook the earth—and its limbs rippled, stretching, twisting into dozens of tentacles that struck with blinding speed. One swept the Abyss Lord off his feet; another wrapped around the Alliance Leader, slamming him against a boulder. Tentacles became sharp blades, slicing air and earth alike.
Nameless Wolf darted forward, energy blade slicing through the air, striking a tentacle. It recoiled, then—horrifyingly—grew anew, stronger and faster.
What creature is this…? This one is the very definition of inhuman monster.
Even as they fought, the battlefield seemed to warp around the alien's presence. Every swing of its tentacles could crush mountains, every strike of its shifting limbs threatened to tear apart the spearhead. Yet Nameless Wolf pressed on, sidestepping, striking, probing.
No matter the shape, no matter the strength. Internal energy does not bend to flesh alone.
They circled, attacked, adapted. The monster roared again, massive limbs flailing like storms. For the first time, Nameless Wolf felt the thrill—not fear—but the raw, intoxicating challenge of facing something utterly alien, something that might actually be a worthy adversary.
And the fight had only begun.
The monster towered above them, limbs twisting and slashing, tentacles becoming blades, crushing earth and bone alike. Gravity itself seemed to bend to its will, throwing the warriors off balance, hurling stones and steel like toys.
Nameless Wolf darted, sidestepped, struck. The Alliance Leader's sword cleaved through a tentacle, only for it to twist and regrow. The Heavenly Demon's aura flared, engulfing beams of light, yet the monster's grasp pulled him to the ground. The Abyss Lord's strikes rained like hellfire, but gravity bent, throwing him into the air and slamming him down.
No matter… no matter… we are four.
They fought as one—movement synchronized, attacks relentless. The monster roared, tentacles whipping, body contorting in impossible ways. Yet, together, the four carved openings, striking at its core.
Finally, with a combined surge of energy, the monster staggered, a deep, guttural scream shaking the heavens. Its massive body collapsed. Victory… and yet, at a terrible cost.
The Alliance Leader lay still, chest shattered. The Heavenly Demon's fire flickered out. The Abyss Lord's twisted grin frozen in death. Three lives extinguished.
Nameless Wolf staggered forward, chest burning, vision blurring. He channeled the last shred of energy into a final strike, piercing the alien's core. The monster shuddered, then fell silent.
But in that instant, a blow came from the creature's last twitching limb, striking Nameless Wolf. Pain, darkness, and cold swallowed him whole.
Why… why does heaven not save us…?
He fell to his knees, bloodied and broken, watching the battlefield bathed in ruin. Murim, proud and unyielding… gone.
I guess… this is the end of murim.
Darkness claimed him. Thought faded. Pain faded. Life faded.
Everything became silent. Everything became black.