Chapter 606
As the enormous wave crashed over the demons, lightning descended from the heavens like a furious rain, electrifying the water and the millions of demons trapped within it. In a matter of minutes, the horde was completely annihilated.
Slowly, the sky began to clear, its oppressive darkness giving way to the sun. The vast body of water that had flooded the land began to evaporate, dissipating into clouds and steam.
On the battlefield, Rattan, disguised as Kaelen, found himself trembling. The terrifying display of power brought back memories he had long tried to suppress. He was a Fifth-tier mage, and facing one of these Sixth-tier mages was a nightmare. He couldn’t believe he had survived a confrontation with one.
Despite his fear, he knew it was his time to act. He stood tall on the field, pulling his sword and pointing it forward toward the distant Abyss portal. His voice, amplified by mana, bellowed, "Attack!"
In response, the army and generals roared back with a thunderous cry of courage. Rattan could feel the surge of power and bravery from their unified shout, and his head swelled with the pride of a leader. His mount, a warhorse eager for battle, tried to join the charge, but he held it back, waiting for the right moment to lead the final push.
Meanwhile, back at the abyss, the Zarvok army was now fully assembled. Arranged in a disciplined formation, they waited as their leader, Zarvok, emerged. The impish figure floated out, followed closely by the castle’s butler and the towering forms of Ikenga and Keles.
Seeing the quartet, the army, clad in their dark uniforms, dropped to one knee and bowed their heads. Zarvok, small but powerful, began to speak, his voice echoing across the silent ranks.
"The time for harvest has come," he announced, his voice gaining a chilling resonance. "Our targets, with their so-called bravery, are making their way toward us even now. It is a fool’s bravery, for they have no idea what is to come."
His voice grew deeper and louder with each word. "They know not of the nightmare they are about to face."
As if in response to his proclamation, the space behind him tore open, revealing a gate to his domain. Beyond it lay a vast, fiery landscape. It was a forge of immense scale, with rivers of magma and a sky of embers. At its center, a massive, molten-red crucible pulsed with an ominous light, ready to receive its next offering.