Even before the clash happen, the faraway battlefield stretched out before the gothic spires of Monochara, a scarred landscape torn apart by Nihil's relentless advance.
Crimson tendrils writhed in the distance, infusing the ground with a blood-like corruption that pulsed and spread, devouring everything in its path.
The air carried the metallic tang of decay, and the Nihil's chaotic form grew larger with each passing moment, speeding visibly toward the bastion.
On a ridge overlooking the chaos, Samael and Oizys stood side by side, their presence a mix of unshakable confidence and wry amusement, for they knew that they had all the time in the world to deal with this Nihil.
Not to mention, might as well showcase Consortium's wide arrays of capabilities to increase their assessment from their beloved ally.
The forces of Monochara had faltered without direction after all, thanks to Cayame's disappearance.
But that was about to change.
