Fierce Battles (1)

The stench of blood thickened the air, saturating the temple grounds as severed limbs fell one after another.

"Ah… isn't this magnificent?"

Atop an elevated platform—his own private theater of carnage—stood Kai Luc, Grand Mage of the Temple.

He paid no mind to the massacre unfolding below. Instead, he idly toyed with his watch, completely detached from the horror beneath him.

"The North is secured."

"The South as well."

"The East is ready."

"The West is complete."

One report after another reached his ears, each one widening his grin.

"Well done, my dear students… Now, let the world marvel at your magic~"

As if in response to his words, dozens of crimson magic circles flared to life across the temple grounds. Black-cloaked figures emerged from their glowing cores, flooding the battlefield in droves.

Among them, Nightmare Creatures slithered forth—twisted abominations that had no place in the waking world.