The void battlefield was already alive when the signal came.
Between the defensive structures in the void, two vast forces hovered in silence, held apart by nothing but distance and restraint. Demon formations stretched in layered arcs, ranks upon ranks of soldiers floating in disciplined alignment, their Essence glowing faintly like embers held back from ignition.
Opposite them, the Eternal army gathered like a spreading stain, abominations clustering together in grotesque masses while Phantoms drifted among them, tall and cold, their presence warping the void around them.
I watched from afar, my perception stretched thin across the battlefield, feeling the tension tighten with every passing breath.
At the front of the demon forces stood Ragnar.
