The Balance Council

One Year Later:

A robed figure glided down the shadowed corridor, his steps echoing against the polished, obsidian floor like the tolling of a distant bell. Light filtered through tall, vaulted openings, casting eerie, angular shadows across the desolate world outside. He paused, his gaze fixed on the barren landscape beyond the arches. Ashen fields stretched endlessly, with jagged stone formations thrusting upwards like the teeth of a long-dead beast.

'An entire continent laid to waste by these monsters. This shouldn't have happened for another decade.' It had been over a year since the great Void Dragon King returned, the demonic legions invaded the continent, and reapers descended upon the cities. He had anticipated a war, as in his previous timeline. Yet the gods' forces had retreated, abandoning the central continent to the onslaught.