Boom!
A dark figure dropped from the sky and slammed into the ground.
It was none other than the Demon Emperor Zerathos.
"Damn…" he muttered, slowly pushing himself back up.
He glanced around and realized he was in some huge, unfamiliar plain.
As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but dry, barren land. The sky glowed red, covered in purple clouds, while a green sun hung ominously in the distance.
"The Deathlands of Vulatus?" Zerathos' eyes widened in shock.
The Deathlands of Vulatus were a forbidden and extremely dangerous place. Even he had never dared to approach it, for legends spoke of a terrifying monster lurking deep within its lands.
As for the monster's true form, even he did not know. Everything about it came from ancient records passed down through the history of the demon race.
"Well, this is a perfect place for a fight."
A teasing voice echoed from in front of him.
