On the other side of the planet, chaos reigned beneath a blackened sky. The ground was scorched with magic and fresh blood as Vorenza's abyssal legions advanced through broken terrain. Her path had once been blocked by a formidable sixth-tier mage—an obstacle she had removed with sheer overwhelming force, though at a steep and bitter cost.
The battle had left Vorenza grievously wounded, her once-formidable aura now tattered and dim. With her power critically depleted, she was forced to retreat deep into the Abyss to recover—a realm that fed on her will, yet allowed her to slowly reweave herself in silence.
For now, she could no longer speak directly, no longer command the battlefield with her overwhelming presence.
And yet, her absence did not halt the march of her army.
