The Players' Rise

As Blood Lily and Zylok fought in the center of the Royal Capital of Mibothen, the game finally seemed to be about to turn on the advancing army of players.

Kaizen, exhausted from having spent so much MP, stood firm on the dusty ground. His gaze, firm and determined, met Azrakthar's.

"I'm not going to fall for your little demon talk. If there's someone stronger up ahead, all I need to do is defeat you now and run to help the others!" Kaizen exclaimed.

Azrakthar's confidence had all but vanished. "You are more cunning than I imagined, human. However, to face Belial is certain death. He is the personification of ruin, the only demon capable of manipulating the eternal flames. If you dare defy him, you will be consumed by the fire that has been burning since the foundation of Hell." warned Azrakthar, his grave tone echoing across the devastated landscape as he tried to stand up without his left arm and half of the left side of his chest.