The chaos was overwhelming.
It was almost impossible to orient. This was the largest battle ever waged between demons and mankind.
As they clashed, the world around them was reduced to ash. Demons tore hunters to shreds, while the hunters fought back, annihilating them one by one.
It was an honest battle—not for survival, but for absolute domination.
Blood rained down like a monsoon, painting the battlefield under the midsummer solstice in the most dreadful hues.
Minho handed the unconscious Jisun to a group of hunters, who rushed him to the Association's base. Moments later, the towering man plunged into the fray, his twin axes dancing death through waves of enemies.
Within the storm of violence, Seojun locked eyes with me. His form shifted—his true self, monstrous and wicked, surged forward. I spread my Kuroen wings from my blood-bound armor and braced for the impact.
