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In a world where balance is the key to survival, chaos threatens to tip the scales as a never-ending war between humans and demons stretches on for millennia. A war fueled by ancient animosity between humans and demons.  


Leor, the Demon Prince and ruler of the demon realms of Valek’thar and Zaron, struggles to break free from the shadow of his father, the Primordial Demon King Aamon, as he tries to protect humans from the demons' wrath and end the war. 


Guided by an unyielding sense of duty, Leor forms uneasy alliances with demon hunters—Shania and Seraphina, and a god to protect humans from the wrath of demons, and the entire realms from the  encroaching darkness of the Devourer—an orb capable of consuming entire worlds with its chaos magic. 

Meanwhile, Seraphina and Shania, demon hunters of unparalleled skill, navigate their own moral dilemmas as they face beings that blur the line between ally and enemy. The trio's quest to end the war leads them to Azarath, Zariel’s enigmatic envoy and second-in-command, who happens to be a shadow demon. 

As the fragile peace between realms crumbles and gods are forced to pull strings, the group uncovers an ancient, malevolent force pulling the strings behind the chaos—a dark god who broke the laws of existence itself.  


The heroes traverse breathtaking and treacherous realms. They face impossible odds, including obsidian-skinned creatures with glowing violet eyes, demons and also ancient entities. Each step unravels secrets about the true nature of balance and the sacrifices required to preserve it.


Amidst determination, love, and the unrelenting march of war, Leor, Seraphina, Azarath, and Shania must decide whether they are willing to fight to protect the very foundations of existence—or succumb to the chaos that seeks to consume them all in the strength of their unlikely alliance and the eternal struggle to maintain balance in a fractured world.

Echoes Of Equilibrium : War Of The Worlds (Remastered Version)

Lightning tore through the obsidian sanctum as the warlord Azarath had chained to the wall shattered her bindings with a banshee scream. In a heartbeat, she was upon him—her scythe splitting into twin, rune-etched blades that spun around her like orbiting new moons. Azarath barely managed to parry, shadows and sparks flying as their weapons collided with a thunderous clang that rattled the chamber. 


She pressed her assault, teleporting with every strike, her afterimages flickering. 


Azarath, eyes narrowing, vanished into shadow, reappearing behind her in a burst of black mist. He unleashed a barrage of spectral blades—each one a rippling crescent of demon energy that carved through stone and sent shockwaves through the air. But the warlord’s form blurred, her body splitting into three identical copies that blocked the onslaught and retaliated, all attacking at once with a storm of lightning bolts. 


The Strong