The void sky split open with fury and desperation.
From above, the armies of the higher realms poured down like meteors. Angels with wings of searing gold. Celestials cloaked in fire and their otherr elemental power. Demon riding beasts of Hell in legions born from Hell dimensions.
All of them descended upon a single man, Clyde.
It was a sight that defied every belief. Not in any ancient war had this many forces of higher realms united against one enemy. But it was happening now. Against the anomaly. Against him alone.
Clyde stood still, floating in the void as the armies bore down on him.
His fingers twitched slightly. But this breath steady.
For a moment, a strange calm washed over him.
He remembered the man he used to be. The life before all this—before Asqa, before the he turned against the higher realms, before the pain twisted him into something else.
The memory felt far away and faint now. As if it belonged to another soul.
