The world had been torn apart.
Everywhere the eye could see was shrouded in darkness.
Twisted limbs spread across the land, frenzied tentacles rose and fell in revelry through the sky, eerie whispers pierced deep into the ears, and the dim afterglow of the stars illuminated this indescribable place.
An ancient god from ages long past crouched within Its domain, inviting every living being to join this final banquet.
Golden blood flowed down his shoulder, falling onto the already shattered ice and melting hole after hole into it.
The Demon Emperor raised his head, staring at the ancient god in the distance, unsure whether It even possessed the capacity for thought, and tightened his grip on the iron staff.
The black mist Chains sealing off the Ice and Snow Continent had already snapped.
The continent floating in the heavens had retreated far away, lest it be caught in the aftermath of the battle.
Hard ice more dazzling than the most precious gems was shrouded in a hazy white radiance, slowly pulsing as though alive.
From time to time, beams of light flashed past, tearing apart the tentacles that had nearly woven themselves into a spiderweb.
The ancient god roared, swinging Its tentacles in an attempt to knock it down.
The Ice and Snow Continent always withdrew at the first possible moment. Even when it could not evade an attack, it seemed to possess some special ability that made it turn insubstantial in an instant, taking no damage whatsoever.
The Demon Emperor bared his teeth. The wound on his arm had already healed and vanished.
His eyes flashed with a brilliant glow like molten gold as he stared fixedly at the ancient god driven mad in the distance.
Its body seemed to be formed from black mist and all manner of