Chapter 455: Cataclysm
Meanwhile—
Somewhere along the borderlands of Sylvanwood...
...
A colossal mountain range loomed, vast and ancient.
Normally, this place would be a lush paradise—towering trees, thick canopies, and a forest so dense it felt like the earth itself was breathing green. But now?
Now it was hell on earth.
The once-verdant landscape had been torn apart—scorched by rivers of molten lava, choked by thick black smoke that clawed at the sky, and poisoned by the stinging stench of sulfur that burned the lungs with every breath.
CLANG!
A massive scythe slammed down onto a jagged black rock, its surface slick with sulfur and heat.
Then, from a sudden twist in the air—a tear in reality itself—stepped out a towering figure clad in dark crimson armor. His skin glowed like embers, his head crowned with curved demonic horns, and his eyes—those blood-red eyes—burned with a terrifying, unnatural light.
A Devil.