In the Eighth Abyss, the battlefield was silent. Rescue teams combed through the wreckage, tending to the wounded and recovering the remains of the fallen.
Death, on this battlefield, was a great equalizer, regardless of one's strength in life.
Among the dead were Nine-Star Lords and One-Star Chiefs alike.
In the previous Blood Wars, centuries ago, there had been no human soldiers or generals among the casualties...
Only the gaping wounds in the earth remained, a silent testament to the ferocity of the battles.
The Abyss, dormant for so long, had bared its fangs once more.
A heavy silence hung over the survivors, a weight pressing down on their hearts.
After the Eighth Abyss was attacked, the Nightmare Corps and the Valor Sword Corps, two of humanity's most elite forces, had been deployed.
Led by Maxen, they had fought valiantly, reclaiming a portion of the front line and repelling the demon onslaught, but at a heavy cost. They were now regrouping, licking their wounds.
