Kieran and Leon stared at one another across the battlefield.
Around them, the war raged on.
The oceans churned beneath Abyssion's colossal body. Comets fell from the heavens. Millions of soldiers fought and died.
Yet for a brief moment, all of it seemed distant.
The two men had become the centre of the world's attention.
For years, they had stood on opposite sides of the board.
Kieran was the strategist of the Demon Empire. The shadow hidden behind countless schemes. The hand that moved armies like pieces upon a chessboard.
Leon was humanity's chosen Hero. The shield that stood before the innocent. The light that refused to yield.
One served a master.
The other served an ideal.
And now they stood as the final embodiments of their respective paths.
Domination and Protection.
Destruction and Salvation.
The contrast could not have been greater.
