Yuu stood upon a cliff of obsidian stone, draped in a cloak of shadowlight, runes etched in violet along his arms. The battlefield below writhed with fire and chaos. Holy banners clashed with demonic sigils. Elemental storms swallowed the screams of both heroes and monsters alike.
He did not blink.
"Their war means nothing," he murmured, voice as calm as winter air. "A hundred pawns swinging swords, all thinking they've reached the endgame."
The system flickered to life before his eyes.
Skill Activated — Beelzebub: Gluttonous Archive
Runes crawled up his arm. Data flowed into his mind like whispers from a forgotten god.
He remembered. Everything.