A massive contingent of Blutlinie warriors moved across the sky like a storm of crimson shadows.
Leading the formation was an imposing man of the Royal Blutlinie race. He had short hair, a stern expression, and a deep scar that crossed his right eye from brow to cheek. His presence alone dominated the sky. The aura radiating from his body was so immense that it dwarfed even the Late Alpha–Omega Overgods traveling at his side.
Behind the army, dragged through the void by chains of blood energy, was their prize.
It was a colossal creature—a whale-like Omen Beast with vast plasma wings and a spiraling horn protruding from its head. Though its soul had already been shattered, the energy still leaking from its corpse was overwhelming. The pressure was so intense that any entity below the Third Realm would have their flesh melted simply by approaching it.
