What the F___ is going on here?!!

Ssssshhhhhhzzz~~

A breeze flowed through the heavy, blood-soaked air, permeating the ground where only dead bodies lay in piles—thousands, perhaps even millions of them—scattered across the brownish land now drenched in crimson.

In the midst of the devastation stood one solitary figure... A presence so commanding, so overwhelming, that it seemed to draw in all light and hope, leaving only an ominous shadow.

This menacing figure was clad in deep black armor, its surface lined with jagged, threatening edges and intricate runic engravings that pulsed faintly with an eerie crimson glow. From the armor's many gaps, black mist spilled like living shadows, writhing and twisting.

The armor bore scars from countless battles—slashes, dents, and scorches—yet it radiated an unyielding malevolence... In one hand, it held the bloody, lifeless body of someone who had long been drained of life.