The sky split open in a grotesque red, as if hell itself had spat out its entrails. The shadows of the demonic forest twisted, and the ground trembled under the weight of what emerged: an endless horde of demonic beasts. They came from every direction, bodies distorted, fangs sharp, claws drenched in hatred. They weren't just creatures: they were hunger, chaos, and murderous instinct congealed in flesh.
And before this avalanche of monsters, two figures rose, ready to transform the battlefield into pure carnage.
Vany smiled. Her hair swayed, her eyes flashed like fire, and her fists clenched with enough force to shake the ground. Every muscle in her voluptuous body vibrated with anticipation. She snapped her fingers and dug her feet into the ground as if she were about to topple the entire world.
