Red Tower, level seven.
The earth was a sight of devastation. The once green grasslands were nowhere to be seen, replaced by vast expanses of charred black. The ground was cracked. Pits of varying sizes were scattered everywhere, giving the landscape a lunar surface-like look.
Swish~!
Rakshasa blinked into existence before the last Radiant Spirit, running him through with the Fenye Evil Spear. Under the squeeze of the Power of Evil, the body of the Radiant Spirit burst like an overinflated balloon.
The long, arduous, and perilous battle, fraught with close calls, finally concluded.
General Dead Bone took a long breath, exhaling a cold black mist which formed into the shape of a giant dragon in mid-air.
"Indeed, the Land of Challenge is too difficult to tackle. Fortunately, I did not betray the trust of the Lord."
"We barely made it through."
When the battle ended, the Rule's Power descended.