Land of Darkness.
The three armies converged outside Nora.
The golden-haired swordsman raised his longsword to the heavens, questioning the supreme Abyss Will.
If it were ordinary wizards present, they would only think he was speaking to himself.
But only those here—the legendaries, Nether Emperors, lords—knew the truth.
The Abyss Will cannot be directly looked upon, nor easily perceived, and yet its existence is undeniably real.
The Nether River surged, scouring all things.
In this moment, none dared to act rashly.
An indescribably immense force swept through the deep reaches of the void.
This force was evil, profound, dark, chaotic, furious, slaughterous…
The Desperate Great Wall trembled with a deep buzz, and the Frost Witch's frost-longsword was ever poised to descend.
Behind, the True Ancestor of Frost, in her wizard form, seemed to dream back to the Ancient Age when the Frost Giants chopped the heavens.
