Arya moved forward, eyes fixed on the glowing Red Dragon Gate. Its swirling red light throbbed like a heartbeat, pulsing with danger. Each step brought him closer to the chaos—closer to the storm of death.
Behind him, the world screamed.
The ground split open as monstrous Bone Reapers burst from the gate, screeching with hunger. Their hollow eyes locked onto everything that moved—civilians, soldiers, even children.
Boom!
A Bone Reaper lunged at a running family—its claws raised. But before it could strike, an S-rank assassin landed in front of it, his greatsword glowing blue.
"Fall."
With one clean swing, the monster's body split in half. The air sizzled from the energy slash.
More monsters surged through the gate.
The battle had begun.
