The sulfurous air of the demon realm shimmered with heat and malice as six figures stood atop a jagged obsidian plateau, their armies spread across the ash-covered plains below like a dark tide. Each force bore the mark of their divine patron, and the sight was both magnificent and terrifying.
LonelyWolf—Marcus Chen in his past life—stood at the eastern edge of the gathering, his transformed appearance still bearing traces of his human origins but enhanced by Marduk's divine favor.
