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"You useless mana-less wretch... how much longer do you plan to block my way with your barbarian muscles?"

A column of blindingly pure arcane light burst from his blade, illuminating the cavern.

< Judgment of the Southern Lance >

Makira exhaled a puff of scorching steam, her metabolism accelerating to its absolute limits.

Aidan swung his blade down. A beam of destructive light capable of obliterating everything surged toward Makira. At the same moment, the warrior became a silver streak, a kinetic blur that seemed to defy the laws of perception.

In a roar that drowned out the clamor of the attack... Makira brought her axe down. The clash between arcane mana and raw steel produced a shockwave that pulverized the surrounding pillars.

Makira’s pure physical strength, completely devoid of mana, began to split the pillar of light. Her muscles propelled the axe blade with phenomenal torsional power.

"You’ve just got a big mouth, Adrian!" she shouted while laughing.

With a clean motion, she cleaved the beam of light in two.

"Fuck—this bitch—"

Before Aidan could even react, Makira was already inside his personal space. She spun her body and delivered a horizontal axe strike...

*Continent Tenebris*

The suffocating dust of Tenebris mingled with the metallic stench of fresh blood, and that reek saturated the heavy air of the labyrinth.

Patriarch Aidan Silvernight lay on the ground; yet this victory was nothing but a bitter illusion in the face of the tide crashing over them. Reinforcements from The Spectrum kept pouring out of the portals, forming an endless army of fallen ones and homunculi.

Makira clenched her jaws, then gave the order in a calm voice.

"Fall back," he ordered. "This is no longer a battle; it’s an execution if we stay." 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Unfortunately for Kaiser, who was already in bad shape, his plan to retrieve the Key of Solomon had failed miserably.

Even Makira, at her level of power, would believe it was impossible to continue the search.

At those words, Julian Frostvine spun violently, and his sword coated in bloody frost sliced the throat of a heretic who had come too close. His face was twisted with rage and his gray eyes shone with an unstable gleam.

"Let these dogs win after everything we’ve done?" Julian roared. "I’m going to freeze them all to the last one! And who the hell are you to give us orders?"

The Blind Archer loosed an arrow with his usual precision while stepping back, and he displayed a disdainful expression in response to his comrade’s outburst.

His moon eyes analyzed the mana flows around them, and what he saw urged him toward caution.

"Julian, don’t be more stupid than usual," Jasper intervened. "We’re overwhelmed. Dying here for misplaced pride would be unbearably mediocre."

Nox Walpurgy, for his part, seemed right at home. The sadistic punk laughed openly, his tongue sliding over his lips as he drove his anti-magic claws into an enemy’s skull. He gazed at the carnage with obvious delight before speaking.

"Magnificent!" he exclaimed. "What exquisite despair! But the muscle chick is right, the main boss is gone. We should pull back."

Makira swept half a dozen attackers away with a single swing of her war axe, and her brute strength created a shockwave that shook the walls. She shot a smoldering glare toward Julian.

"Move your ass, now!" she ordered. If it weren’t for Kaiser, she would have already left these clowns behind.

Following that order, the group began a desperate retreat.

Jasper Kaiser used explosive arrows to hurl debris behind them, thus slowing the advance of the fallen. Nevertheless, the situation remained the same: the Key of Solomon was now in the hands of Spectrum. Kaiser’s plan, so meticulously orchestrated to monopolize this grimoire of the thousand-year war, had collapsed from A to Z.

***

A few hours later, in the unfathomable depths of Spectrum’s bastion in Tenebris.

The underground level of the fortress housed an immense circular chamber that seemed to absorb the light from the red torches. At the center lay a vast basin overflowing with a reddish liquid that gave off a nauseating stench.

Obviously, it was the blood of recent sacrifices, whose remains were hung from the ceiling.

Pandora stood at the edge of the bloody abyss. Even though only the lower part of her face was visible, she was undoubtedly terrifyingly beautiful, because her silhouette in the black silk robe clung to her voluptuous curves as well as the firmness of her breasts that the fabric struggled to contain.

Although she was the greatest alchemist the world had ever known, creator of the philosopher’s stone, she remained nonetheless a witch with occult powers, a skill she had learned from an eccentric guy during the thousand-year war.

"Everything is ready," she murmured. "Too bad you won’t be here to see the show, my little Kaiser~~"

Around the basin, a multitude of heretics and homunculi knelt, and their chants created a dull resonance that made the foundations of the fortress vibrate. Pandora slowly opened the grimoire of the Key of Solomon. The pages, made of human skin, seemed to quiver at the touch of her gloved fingers.

"By the blood of the impure and the will of the 12 seats..." she began, raising the grimoire toward the invisible ceiling.

She was not using elemental mana, but a dark energy that emanated from the book, and this energy poured into the basin.

The liquid began to boil furiously, then tortured faces seemed to form on the surface of the blood before being swallowed by whirlpools of darkness. Pandora showed no emotion, because her mind was focused on the complex structure of the ritual she had perfected for decades for this very moment.

Suddenly, the basin expelled a column of black light. The beam pierced the rock ceilings, crossed the floors of the bastion, and burst toward the sky of Tenebris.

...

At that precise instant, across all continents, from the kingdom of Yggdrasil to the lands of Alexandria...

The sky instantly turned blood red, and that sickly, deep hue seemed to ooze from the atmosphere. Then the rain began to fall. Drops of blood crashed onto every continent.

At Sky City Academy, the students stepped out onto the balconies, terrified.

Her Holiness, behind her veil in the Holy Cathedral, felt a shiver run through her. Even the demons in the depths of the abyss felt the call of the Key.

"It’s over," Julian murmured.

"No," Makira corrected, her axe slowly lowering while the blood from the sky dyed her white hair red.

"This is only the beginning of the true nightmare."

The beam of darkness, the crimson sky, and the rain of blood...

It could only mean one thing, a truth that the Prophecies of Nostradamus had nevertheless announced... The millennial truce was broken. The ultimate predators had found the path back.

The arrival of the demons was imminent.