The world suddenly turned red, then dark purple, and finally a celestial white. Three massive pillars of light—each radiating one of these colors—pierced the sky like divine beacons of war.
"Oh?" Luciel raised an eyebrow, amusement laced with confusion.
BOOM!
Luciel twisted his body midair, narrowly dodging a massive purplish spike exuding death and decay. The spike tore through a towering structure, reducing it to a crumbling ruin in mere seconds. But before he could take another breath, a thick tendril of blood coiled around him, yanking him downward. The moment he hit the ground, a colossal fist of raw energy met him, shifting and refining the very fabric of reality with its movement.
For the first time since his arrival, Luciel felt something unfamiliar—fear. Yet, he still smirked.
His eyes gleamed a faint azure as his body blurred, then—vanished.
He reappeared high above the battlefield, his gaze locked onto the three figures before him—Trevor, Lamair, and Seraphina.
