Chapter 506
On the other side of the planet, chaos reigned beneath a blackened sky. The ground was scorched with magic and fresh blood as Vorenza’s abyssal legions advanced through broken terrain. Her path had once been blocked by a formidable sixth-tier mage—an obstacle she had removed with sheer overwhelming force, though at a steep and bitter cost.
The battle had left Vorenza grievously wounded, her once-formidable aura now tattered and dim. With her power critically depleted, she was forced to retreat deep into the Abyss to recover—a realm that fed on her will, yet allowed her to slowly reweave herself in silence.
For now, she could no longer speak directly, no longer command the battlefield with her overwhelming presence.
And yet, her absence did not halt the march of her army.
She had cultivated loyalty through fear and devotion in equal measure. Powerful demons under her banner—hardened generals of nightmare and bone—still carried out her will as though she whispered in their ears. Under their command, the demon horde spread like a tainted flood across the continent. Each day, swaths of blighted land were claimed. Villages were razed. Small towns crumbled, their defenders torn apart or twisted into servitude.
Only the ratmen stood firm.
Not because of strength—but because of desperation.
Their vast numbers clogged the battlefield, turning each advance into a war of attrition. Though enslaved and discarded by the very powers that summoned them, the ratmen fought with a wild and bitter rage. They had been forced into this war—pawns flung at the frontlines—but they resisted with everything they had. Every inch of ground cost blood, screams, and the acrid stench of burned flesh.
Today was no different.
Explosions rocked the charred soil. Shattered limbs flew through the smoke. The shrill laughter of demons echoed through the air—delighting in the carnage—while the ratmen roared with fury, their eyes red with exhaustion and hate.
But then, it began.