Lucius' defeat

The battlefield was a maelstrom of destruction as a swirling vortex of chaos born from Lucius's Abyssal Providence wreaked havoc freely.

The air screamed with the force of its pull, and even the world's strongest guardians, those who had faced countless battles, struggled against it.

Lucius stood at the epicenter, his body trembling as the power of fear from the world seeped into him. The cracks on his skin glowed with a sinister black hue, pulsating like a heartbeat.

His face twisted in pain and ecstasy as the dark energy coiled around his soul, whispering promises of limitless power and eternal dominion.

{Lucius!} Lyxor roared.

He could feel the darkness creeping into the deepest parts of their soul.

The greatest tools the gods used to control the world have been love and fear. Both emotions bring out the best and worst in humans, exposing them to vulnerability, which the heavens take advantage of.