For the first time in a long while, a change came over the dark skies.


    The splendid moonlight falling onto the world of Urbus dimmed slightly, as blood-red crimson clouds began to gather overhead.


    The sands swirled and the winds picked up speed...


    Leading a troop of close to a thousand Pilgrims, Gilead''s mind was upied.


    He hade a long way indeed.


    He had been a normal sry man before the apocalypse, making just enough to get his family by with extra for savings. His life was uneventful, but he was happy.


    That happiness was deftly shattered when the Devils descended from the sky in their harrowing majesty.


    As the City fell to shambles and the world copsed in on itself, his wife and children had been caught in the tempestuous rage of ughter, plunging him into a world of darkness.


    He had cursed himself at that time for his weakness. Even now, he cursed himself. Despite being stronger than before, it didn''t change the fact that he had lost that was dear to him.


    Now, the only thing he fought for was his life, as that was a testament that he had once lived.


    The power of Bngol had been granted to him. Some would say by luck, he believed it was fate.


    A cruel, merciless one...


    As the Guardian of the Head Priests, he had indomitable power. The Sword of an Invincible warrior and the Aegis with the defenses of a city wall.


    His blood was filled with power, and his bones were like tempered steel.


    He had gained a lot, but he had also lost a lot.


    Like his freedom...


    Nothing came for free. By epting his fate, his power, he hadmitted to a life of servitude. To death itself...


    As the Celestial Deity of the Sands and Death, Bngol didn''t bear this name just because.


    No.


    The Celestial was a literal representation of death, an arid, torturous death.


    The more his kingdom expanded, the more this death would seep into the earth beneath their feet, turning it into sand. Unless one was of Bngol, they would be devoured by the aura of death.


    It was a terrifying thing. But by epting such a deal, he had tied himself to such a god.


    Did he regret it? A little bit.


    He would have rather preferred to be tied to a Deity with powers to restore life, or spread light.


    ''I''m sure they would have loved that.''


    He sucked in a deep breath and look forward.


    Although a maskpletely covered his face, he could seepletely fine.


    The crimson clouds, the dark sky, the blood soaked sand. The piling corpses.


    He could see it all. He could smell it all.


    The wind carried the dissipating lives, the souls fleeing their bodies in horror, washing it all over his steel armor.


    He sucked in a deep breath again, emptying his mind.


    They were currently standing at the Zenith of the other end of the gorge, directly overlooking the slope.


    One more step would send them all over the edge and into the battlefield.


    He looked around,


    ''Most of the Aether Beasts will soon be dead. The men are holding out, but just barely.''


    He turned, "Wulf. Wait a while. I will order our men to pull out before you cast any spells."


    Wulf shook his head,


    "That will waste too much time, Gilead. You know me. I like to be efficient, you see."


    He raised hisntern of ck mes above his head.


    His voice turned deep, and dark, like the sound of an eldritch subterranean entity announcing its arrive to devour the souls of men,


    "Engaged in battle, they will not have the time to react to the scourge of my ck mes. This is a prime moment I am not willing to give up."


    Under the mask, Gilead''s sharp, cold features became even more frigid,


    "You are willing to sacrifice your fellow Pilgrims like that?"


    Wulf shrugged then chuckled,


    "Their souls will go back into Bngol, so what''s the matter? By sacrificing their lives for a greater cause, they are sure to earn more sce in the death god''s dark embrace. Now don''t disturb me."


    He began chanting in a low, guttural voice. This wasn''t magic. No, it was something far more sinister and ancient. It was also not mana tech.


    The mes of Darkness within hisntern was a mystical form of mana created by fusing mes with darkness.


    Originally, it was used by a race of underground dwarves who were responsible for forging the weapons of Greater Devils and Evil Gods.


    Because of the nature of the me, while it was perfect for forging as itpletely purified the metal, leaving no impurities behind, it was also the source of nightmares for all things living.


    Once the mes began, they could be extinguished only when the mes found nothing else to consume.


    Waving thentern around as he chanted in an increasingly darkening voice, Wulf, the Keeper willed his dark mes forward.


    A deluge of darkness flowed forth, flowing down the slope into the gorge.


    The Pilgrims standing behind him shivered and in fear and horror. Encountering something that was a hazard to all life incited the fear that dwelled in the deepest parts of their hearts.


    The mes of Darkness didn''t seem to give off any heat. Instead, it was a chill so intense it burned. The arcane nature of darkness fused with mes possessed such destructive power, it was a phenomena that would scare both Gods and Devils.


    A guttural burst ofughter escaped from Wulf Strungman. He waved hisntern again, causing the mes to swell again until it was as domineering and towering as a tidal wave.


    "The mes of Darkness consume all! It will scour and gue your flesh like a pestilence. Rejoice in tears, heathens."


    Gilead couldn''t help but shake his head.


    The power of the mes of Darkness wasn''t something that could be underestimated in the slightest.


    In fact, it was so terrifying, even he with his incredible defenses wouldn''t dare to hold out against it.


    ''Is this perhaps the end?''


    While it was a shame indeed, he didn''t think it was all that bad. After all, while they would suffer, it would only be momentarily, then they wouldn''t need to fight again.


    ''Perhaps it is for the best.''


    As the mes of Darkness rushed over, Cain and the others noticed it rather quickly. After all, it was hard to miss.


    Up in the outpost above the other edge of the gorge, General Arltzwalt clicked his tongue,


    "Damnit! That bastard has already made his move? His men are still down there. These reckless bastards."


    His cold eyes red down,


    "How are you going to survive this, Cain?"


    Down below, Cain stared at the surging sea of dark mes calmly.


    It was already encroaching on the rear lines of the army of Valestorm warriors and Aether Beasts.


    Their cries of pain and screams of horror bled into the air carried by the wind, reaching his ears and snapping him out of his reverie of ughter and blood.


    ''They areunching such devastating attacks now?''


    He looked around. His men were still deep inbat. If he left it unattended, many would die, including his own people.


    His mind quickly processed the situation.


    He gripped the {Lonely Dragon} Warde tightly in his right hand and plunged it into the ground.


    He raised his left hand up and summoned {Wilted Tear}.


    With a staff in one hand and a sword in the other, one plunged into the ground, and the other raised to the sky, his actions seemed quite odd.


    He activated the Metal enchantment of Burning Spirit. A dull golden me immediately covered him from head to toe.


    In the same breath, he activated {Golden Halo} and poured a tremendous amount of mana into it.


    The revolving shields of golden mana began revolving around him to create a hemispherical dome that kept expanding more and more as he constantly fed more and more mana into.


    In the blink of an eye, a Golden Aegis stretched across the frontlines of the battle.


    However, Cain wasn''t done.


    A sneer pulled the corners of his lips up,


    "You dare to fight me with mes?"


    His eyes zed with a deep, endless void of ming darkness.


    The tip of {Wilted Tear} blossomed with a magic circle.


    A rather peculiar one.


    Above the golden aegis, a red sun was birthed into existence.


    It revolved slowly, like a lonesome sun in the sky.


    The world was immediately dyed blood-red by the crimson light of the Vampiric Star.


    As the mes of Darkness washed over his {Golden Halo} spell, Cain felt the consumption of his mana spike instantly. However, it wasn''t something he couldn''t handle.


    This was in no small part thanks to the power of the Metal Enchantment of {Burning Spirit}. Although his movement speed was greatly reduced, his defenses were greatly improved. This improvement didn''t just span his physical defense, but also magical as well.


    Still, it was evident the shield would notst long.


    The tendrils of dark mes licked through the shields of gold, corroding them gradually. Soon, nothing would be able to stop them.


    ''Golden Halo willst for a few seconds. However, that is more than enough time.''


    As the mes of Darkness washed over the {Golden Halo}, the {Vampiric Star} spinning overhead suddenly began to pick up speed.


    As it revolved above the golden aegis, the mes of Darkness were slowly pulled in by some strange, magical gravitational force.


    As the mes were absorbed by the star, it spun even faster and grew in size, causing it to spin even faster.


    All watched this happened in both terror and awe.


    On all sides, the humans and even the enchanted Aether Beasts seemed too stunned to move, staring at the catastrophe about to unfold.


    Sweat poured down Cain''s brows as he bore the strain of two spells of such great magnitude.


    He roared like a mad beast, causing Ruby who was beneath him to ciwer a little.


    In the blink of an eye, all the mes of Darkness were consumed, leaving nothing but a rapidly deteriorating golden shield behind and a spinning ball of dark mes overhead.


    Cain dismissed the {Golden Halo} spellpletely and deactivated {Burning Spirit}.


    His eyes were filled with mirth,


    "Here. You can have it back."


    To everyone shock, the star that had been hanging overhead began flying in the other direction, headed straight for the army of Valestorm standing at the other edge of the artificially created gorge.


    The face of Wulf Strungman behind the mask was anything but joyful as he pointed at the rapidly approaching Star of Darkness.


    "I–Impossible!"


    Gilead didn''t waste a single breath. He turned around and yelled in the loudest voice he could muster at the army behind him,


    "Retreat!"