The night sky above the Pacific Ocean shimmered faintly — a deceptive calm before chaos. Deep in the abyssal void of the Underworld Rift, the Lord Ghost Demon stood at the center of a ritual circle drawn in crimson flame. His six wings unfurled, leaking shadows that warped the air.
Around him, the Upper Demons knelt — silent, motionless, reverent.
> "The mortals have begun preparing weapons of their own,"
Ghost Demon's voice echoed, deep as thunder.
"They think they can resist the inevitable."
A faint smile crept across his scarred face. His eyes — pure void — flickered with a ripple of red lightning.
From his palms, threads of black energy spiraled outward, forming sigils that spanned miles. The floor beneath trembled like the world itself feared what was coming.
"My teleportation gates were limited to nations once... now they shall open to continents."
As he spoke, the world's magnetic field convulsed — compasses twisted, satellites blinked offline, and in distant skies, auroras of blood shimmered above South America.
In the mortal realm, deep within Rio de Janeiro, church bells rang endlessly as panic spread. The night air grew colder, and people whispered prayers they had long forgotten.
Brazil's President — Eduardo Silveira — stood inside his crisis bunker, sweat running down his temple. Around him, his generals yelled into satellite phones.
> "We lost contact with São Paulo!"
"Something's emerging from the clouds!"
"Sir, the capital is under attack!"
Eduardo slammed his fist on the table.
> "Get me Washington—NOW!"
Within minutes, a secure video link blinked to life. On the other end, the President of the United States appeared — face stiff, voice cold.
> "Mr. President," Eduardo gasped, "my country is collapsing! My soldiers are dying, and we don't even know what we're fighting!"
The American president's tone was unsettlingly calm.
> "We've already detected inter-dimensional energy spikes. My satellites confirm: you're facing a Class-A Demon Invasion."
"Then HELP US!"
A long pause. Then the American leaned closer to the camera, his next words laced with quiet cruelty.
> "We will. But your government must sign the South Atlantic Accord. Forty percent of your western territory — including the Amazon Basin — will be under U.S. protection."
Eduardo's face went pale. "You… you're using this disaster to take our land?"
> "Survival comes with a price, Eduardo. Decide quickly. Your people don't have long."
The transmission cut.
Outside, the world roared.
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Underworld Gate – Amazon Frontier
From the sky descended rivers of black smoke. Within them, shapes began to crawl — twisted, deformed creatures with skulls exposed and eyes glowing crimson.
Then — THUD.
A colossal figure landed, shattering mountains in its wake. Kael'Thar, the Bone Reaper — Upper Rank 1 — stepped forward. His armor was made of fused ribs and vertebrae, his weapon a massive bone scythe dripping with molten marrow.
Behind him came Morgath, the Dimension Shredder, whose very presence fractured space — every step he took distorted the air like shattered glass.
Last emerged Zerath, the Plague Bringer — a rotting husk that breathed disease into the wind. Flies and black mist followed him like a storm.
The trio knelt before their master.
> Ghost Demon: "Consume everything. Burn forests. Devour oceans. Brazil shall be the first sacrifice."
The ground screamed as millions of demonic sigils ignited. Trees turned to ash, rivers boiled, and the Amazon — once the heart of the Earth's breath — became a crimson wasteland.
Humans screamed as demons rained from the clouds like fireflies of hell.
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Meanwhile — Global Command Center, Geneva
The screens flickered with chaos — red dots spreading across South America.
The United Nations emergency broadcast declared:
> "Brazil has entered a state of full collapse. Aura energy readings are off the scale. We are witnessing a Class-S Demon Event."
The U.S. President stood among other world leaders — faces drained of color.
> "Deploy the bombers," he ordered. "Now."
General Hudson saluted sharply. "Yes, sir. All fifty B-2 Spirit bombers are airborne."
Russia's delegate slammed the table.
> "You will destroy an entire continent!"
The U.S. President's cold reply:
> "Better ash than demons."
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Battlefield: Mana Field Zero – Brazilian Highlands
At that same moment, Ghost Demon hovered above the ruins of the Amazon, wings outstretched. His aura pulsed, devouring the life force of every creature for miles.
Kael'Thar's scythe cut through military jets like paper.
Morgath tore open space, dragging soldiers into endless voids.
Zerath's breath turned cities into plague pits.
From the corpses, red mist rose — absorbed directly into Ghost Demon's core.
He lifted his hand.
> "With every soul devoured… my strength ascends."
The sky darkened until even the moon disappeared. Lightning danced across black clouds, forming a sigil the size of Brazil itself.
His aura readings: 60% awakened.
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In Orbit – U.S. Strategic Command
"Target lock acquired."
"Fifty thermonuclear B83 warheads primed."
"Awaiting Presidential authorization."
The American president closed his eyes briefly.
> "Do it."
At that instant, the night was ripped apart. Fifty bright streaks launched across the stratosphere, slicing through the clouds, screaming toward Brazil.
On the ground, demons looked up — and laughed.
BOOOOOOOOM!
The Earth convulsed.
A chain of explosions consumed everything — forests, rivers, cities, life itself. The sky turned white, then black, then silent. The Amazon Basin was erased.
Even the ghosts had no place to scream.
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Aftermath
Hours later, satellite images showed nothing but ash. No life signatures. No aura spikes.
In the Osaka bunker, Ishita, Rehan, and Li Wei watched the live footage in disbelief.
> Ishita whispered, "They… they nuked it…"
Rehan's fists clenched. "Idiots. They think demons die so easily?"
Li Wei's eyes narrowed, sensing something dark. "No… look again."
And then, as the dust cleared — in the heart of the dead land — a silhouette stood.
Lord Ghost Demon emerged, his body dripping molten fire, wings twice as large as before.
He lifted his gaze toward the satellite.
> "You call that a weapon?" he said softly, voice reaching across worlds.
"Now… it's my turn."