The Clown Wants A Puppy

On the battlefield left behind by Barak and the Seer, chaos reigned supreme. The soldiers of the Zodiac families and the Holy Church clashed violently, resuming their war like lunch never happened. 

Their war cries echoing across the blood-soaked wasteland. Steel met flesh, and spiritual energies erupted, leaving craters and charred remains in their wake. 

Neither side knew—or perhaps cared—that their masters had departed the scene, their attention drawn elsewhere. To the men and women dying by the thousands, this was a battle for survival. 

But to their leaders, they were merely pawns on a much larger chessboard. In two words, 'Cannon Fodder'.

The Seer, seated regally in her golden chariot, turned to Thalus as they soared above the fray. "Take me to the gates of the Nether Realm," she ordered, her voice calm but carrying an edge of authority. "It's time I disciplined my sister for her... transgressions."