Anthony hovered in midair, his silk-like white hair flowing gracefully with the wind.
All around him, chaos reigned.
Destruction trailed in his wake, and explosions erupted in relentless succession.
He turned his gaze to the left, there, screams pierced the air as soldiers clashed with grotesque abominations, each side locked in a savage struggle for survival.
He turned his gaze to the right, there, bodies fell like wilted leaves, blood weaving across the ground and pooling as if to form a river of the fallen.
He turned his gaze behind, there, smoke billowed into the sky while the echoes of steel and death rang unceasingly.
Then, he lifted his gaze upward, there, numerous portals unfurled across the heavens, from which demons and abominations poured like a torrential rain.
It was almost ironic, the military had spent countless hours issuing commands, fortifying borders, and positioning their forces at the frontlines, all in preparation for an external invasion.
