In the sky-piercing dust.
The Slaughter God stands somewhat disheveled atop the ruins.
Trickles of blood stream down his head and body.
He never imagined that one day he would be besieged in his own Divine Territory.
The Slaughter God's gaze sweeps coldly across the opposition, his eyes brimming with endless murderous intent and rage.
Roar~!
Like an angry beast, he lets out a low roar.
Resounding throughout the entire Divine Territory.
In the distant battlefield, the corpses of the fallen transform into wisp-like black Magic flames, beginning to converge towards the Slaughter God's body.
As the Magic flames gather, his stature surges again, and his wounds rapidly heal.
With an axe in hand, he flashes out of the dust and charges towards the Dragon Queen in her golden robe.
Golden radiance and dark crimson poison fog shoot towards their target, while both the Dragon Queen and Rolana, armed as well, confront him head-on.
The duo no longer fears the higher god before them.
