Eternal Eclipse Arrives

Far from Ferrus, deep within the sprawling Demon Domain, the war rages across countless star systems. Vast fleets of ethereal spirits, their forms flickering between reality and the unseen, advance relentlessly through the void. These invaders warp the very fabric of existence with their presence, causing chaos in their wake. The Seven Sins Demon Palace, a towering fortress at the heart of the domain and the symbol of the Demon Sovereign's authority, stands as the final bastion of resistance.

Within the grand throne chamber of the Seven Sins Demon Palace, a dire meeting takes place. The chamber, carved from black stone and infused with the blood of past rulers, shakes as battle rages outside. The air is thick with the scent of smoldering magic and burning stone. At the center of the room, Demon Sovereign Aric, along with a select number of Demon Emperors, have convened. These rulers, heads of the most powerful of the Ten Thousand Demon Clans, have gathered to resist the incursion. However, not all have come, many of the more ruthless clans have abandoned the domain, seeking either self-preservation or the chance to exploit the chaos.

The throne chamber is not just a place of strategy but a battlefield itself. The oppressive presence of the enemy fills the room, suffocating and inescapable.

At the center of this overwhelming force stands Kalrus Cain, the Spirit of War. Clad in spectral armor that glows with an unnatural light, he surveys the assembled demon rulers with detached amusement. Around him, the elite warriors of the Spirit World hover in menacing silence, their otherworldly energy pressing down upon the already strained reality of the material realm.

Kalrus speaks, his voice like a blade slicing through the air. He mocks the assembled demons, calling their rule a cosmic mistake, a fleeting illusion of power. The Spirit World, he claims, was always destined to inherit existence. His confidence is unshaken, his cruelty evident in the slow, methodical way the spirits begin to annihilate their opponents.

One by one, Demon Emperors, mighty beings whose power could shatter planets, fall before the might of the spirits. The demons fight with ferocity, but it is an unequal battle. The spirits had no reason to fear, as they hold an advantage impossible to overcome: they cannot truly die. Whenever a spirit is struck down, its form simply dissolves into mist, slipping back into the higher planes. The demons, bound to flesh, have no such privilege.

The Council of Ancients, battle-scarred sages who have guided the demon race for eons, unleash their most powerful techniques. They call upon ancient flames, hell-forged storms, and primordial darkness, but nothing changes. Kalrus barely acknowledges their efforts. One by one, they fall, their bodies disintegrating, their names lost to time.

The Demon Sovereign grits his teeth, blood dripping from his forehead as he fights against the oppressive force of Kalrus' aura. He knows they are losing. He knows the Demon Domain is on the verge of collapse.

Then, something happens that none of them expected.

A pulse, deep, resonant, alien, shakes the very fabric of space.

A tremor ripples through the battlefield, a distortion in the air that sends even the most powerful spirits reeling. Reality itself begins to crack.

Kalrus narrows his eyes, his expression shifting ever so slightly from amusement to curiosity. The spirits pause in their slaughter, sensing something… wrong.

High above the battlefield, in the endless void, a dark star appears.

It materializes from nothing, an unnatural celestial body that should not exist. It is a wound in space, a vortex of consuming darkness. Its presence bends light, bends existence itself. The spirits shift uneasily, feeling something unfamiliar, something like dread.

Then, without warning.

The dark star shatters.

From its remains, a lone figure descends.

His form is a paradox, wreathed in both consuming darkness and celestial radiance. A harbinger of something greater, something that does not belong to the laws of this world. His eyes burn like eclipsed suns, his aura swallowing the battlefield's energies. He is not merely powerful. He is something beyond power, something that makes even Kalrus take a step back.

It is Thomas, in Eternal Eclipse Form where divinity and sin force become one.

In his grip, he holds a broken, lifeless body.

Arsolan, the sneaking spirit, dead.

Without a word, Thomas releases the corpse, letting it drift into the void. And in that moment, something changes.

The Spirit World's forces, beings who have never feared death, who have never known true loss in the material world.

Feel fear.