Chapter 447: The Demigods

The battlefield fell into an unnatural stillness, the air thick with tension as the Demigod Abyssal stepped forward. Its golden eyes, flecked with violet, scanned the battlefield with an almost casual indifference as if the carnage around it were nothing more than a trivial spectacle.

The Abyssal creatures, once frenzied and relentless, now knelt in submission, their grotesque forms trembling under the weight of a presence so far above them in the hierarchy.

Even the defenders, hardened by hours of brutal combat, felt their resolve waver. The sheer magnitude of the Demigod's aura was suffocating, a palpable force that pressed down on every living being within its reach.

Kain's breath caught in his throat, his fingers trembling as though his body was instinctively rejecting the idea of fighting such an entity.