Arriving at their destination, Yoshi, Lyra, and Joseph followed a trail of blood that led them into a desolate wasteland. What awaited them there was both gruesome and awe-inspiring. Amidst the carnage lay the lifeless bodies of thousands of monsters and supernaturals, their remains scattered across the battlefield like grotesque offerings to a vengeful god. At the center of the chaos stood Akari Yoshimura, his form drenched in the blood of his fallen enemies. His blade, slick with crimson, dripped steadily onto the ground, the sound a haunting rhythm in the stillness.