The Scarlet Theater appeared. 

The Demon Wolf froze, ears pricked, gaze sharp.

His head snapped toward the battlefield of the gods, searching for the source of this anomaly.

And then—

His eyes locked onto a single deity.

The God of Dreams and Prophecies.

This land, now claimed by the Sun God, had drawn other gods into its grasp, forcing them to bring their divine realms with them.

Among them—

The Dreamer.

A god who saw the future in visions.

A god whose dreams foretold the end of all things.

The Demon Wolf gazed into that dreamscape, and what he saw was impossible.

He was not alone in the dream.

Another wolf—

A second Demon Wolf.

And that call…

It did not belong to the past, but to an unknown future.

A future so distant it should have been impossible to hear.