CHAPTER 31

CHAOS.

This single word encapsulated the horrors wrought by the might and malevolence of the demon kin. What had initially appeared as a formidable army when the demons first emerged paled in comparison to the overwhelming force unleashed by the demon king Ashura.

Destruction and havoc spread like a noxious odor from the demonic onslaught. Humans, elves, dwarves—all of these once-potent races found themselves woefully inadequate in the face of the brutal onslaught. Their flesh was torn apart in gruesome quantities, burnt corpses intermingling in a grotesque dance as the fires consumed their very souls. Sinister snickers and laughter, saturated with malevolence, permeated the air.

Amidst the carnage, echoes of battle and war cries still resonated, though the rankers and high rankers were the sole remnants among the players. Not even a day had passed before their doorstep bore witness to such a destructive, gory consequence.

The Demon Princes, a formidable front line of the demonic hierarchy, stood steadfastly behind their king, exuding an aura of malevolence that struck fear into any who dared gaze upon them. Their presence alone sent shivers down the spines of both the defenders and the attackers. Behind them, the High Nobles, each with their own sinister grace, and further still, the Nobles, formed an imposing formation. It was a hierarchical arrangement, each tier radiating a different level of demonic power.

As the demonic hordes descended upon the world, a wave of chaos and destruction followed in their wake. The ground shook with each step they took, and the air was thick with the stench of malevolence. The demonic royalty, with the Demon Princes at the forefront, moved with a calculated precision that showcased their unity and the efficiency of their military structure.

The oppressive aura emanating from the demonic royalty was suffocating, making it challenging for even the Supremes to confront them directly. The psychic assaults that accompanied this malevolent atmosphere incapacitated players almost instantly. The demons reveled in the terror they instilled, their snickers and laughter echoing like a macabre symphony in the air.

Amidst the chaos, the rankers and high rankers fought fiercely, forming a defensive line to protect the remnants of humanity. The Lost Isles became the theater of this brutal conflict, chosen strategically by Darius in response to the pulse generated by the demon king's gate summoning. Darius's command to Mason carried an authority that hinted at his ascension. In their eyes, Mason was practically dead, but in times like this, the strategic mind of the supposedly deceased man was crucial.

The act of commanding Mason suggested Darius's ascension, a fact that evoked a mixture of awe, fear, and envy from his fellow Supremes. While they too had progressed, the might of Darius's solitary yet unparalleled power left them struggling, individually or even combined. Mason, a figure many considered dead, only Baka could sway Mason into action, emphasizing the unique influence Darius held.

While the fiery temperament of Kane, the strategic mind of Quinn, the enigmatic power of Scarlette, and the others showcased their strength, the might of Darius's power stood unmatched. The Cursed Isles, chosen as a battleground, were a testament to the strategic foresight of the Supreme. As the demonic onslaught continued, the world trembled under the weight of an imminent cataclysm, and the Supremes, including Darius, faced the greatest challenge of their existence against an enemy that sought to engulf worlds in darkness.

Quinn, the Supreme of Ice and Hail, claimed the northern hemisphere as her dominion, transforming the region into a frozen wasteland, one filled with blood. The very air crackled with the frigid energy she commanded, and the demons attempting to traverse her domain found themselves frozen in their tracks. Kane, on the other hand, took control of the nearest active volcano, a roaring manifestation of destructive power. Lava flowed like rivers, consuming any demon foolish enough to approach.

As the rest of the Supremes asserted their dominance over their chosen domains, an unspoken unity emerged among them. Each supreme marked their territory, establishing a frontline against the demonic onslaught. Working in tandem would have been disastrous due to the conflicting nature of their powers, especially with Darius, whose dominion over death demanded the preservation of his peers' lives.

Around Scar and Bara, the scene was one of carnage. The demonic forces lay shattered beneath their feet, dismembered and defeated. Scar, wielding his axe with seemingly effortless precision, reveled in the chaos of battle. He was the harbinger of war, and the battlefield was his canvas.

Bara, the Crazed God of Crafts, surrounded himself with figures of his own creation. These entities, forged from whatever materials he could gather, became his loyal allies in the fight against the demons. However, the cost of his creations was steep - each act of crafting pushed Bara into a temporary coma. The strength and longevity of these constructs directly correlated with the duration of his unconscious state. A peculiar power that added both might and vulnerability to the battlefield.

Scarlette, the Queen of Songs, unleashed melodies that transcended mere music. Her voice held the power to soothe the hearts of her allies and corrupt the very souls of her enemies. A haunting symphony echoed on the battlefield, a discordant harmony that turned the demons against each other in a frenzy of brutality. Ripping, tearing, and assaulting, the demonic forces were driven to madness by the eerie cadence of her songs.

Meanwhile, Kane, the Faceless Fire Lord, assumed a throne amidst the volcanic fury of his dominion. The magma itself bowed to his will, constructing fiery creatures - dragons, serpents, and golems that spewed molten destruction. His pride radiated like an arrogant fire god surveying his domain.

As the demons faced unexpected resistance, a grunt from the Demon King signaled a shift in the tide. The demon nobles, recognizing that the time for their intervention had come, prepared to join the war.

Suddenly, a resounding clap echoed across the battlefield, freezing the chaos in its tracks. All eyes turned to the sky, where a demon noble looked down upon the world with disdain, proclaiming, "Blood rain," with a voice dripping with irritation and disgust.