Chapter 6: The Forsaken Legion

The death of the Seraphim was a declaration of war, and the heavens did not take it lightly.

Three days later, the abyss trembled once more. This time, it was not a lone knight descending but an entire army.

Legions of celestial warriors, clad in shining armor, poured from the rift, their weapons glowing with divine wrath. Leading them was a new figure—a towering being with six wings, its presence exuding authority beyond that of the slain Seraphim.

"Kael Draven," the being's voice echoed, shaking the very foundation of the abyss. "You have committed an unforgivable sin. Surrender now, or be annihilated."

Kael tilted his head, his expression unreadable. Then, he burst into laughter. "You send an army to fight a single man? I should feel honored."

Selene twirled her daggers. "We're outnumbered, but that just means more fun."

Darius cracked his knuckles, stepping forward. "Finally, a real fight."

Kael raised his hand, and from the depths of the abyss, shadows stirred. A portal of pure darkness yawned open, and from it, an army emerged.

Not just any army—his army.

Creatures of nightmares, ancient warlords, forgotten gods, and abyssal titans—beings who had been trapped in the abyss for eons, bound by hatred, now free to unleash their wrath.

Kael's voice was calm but filled with deadly intent. "You bring me war? Then let's make it a massacre."

As the heavens clashed with the abyss, the battle that would shake the very fabric of existence began.