In a daze, Sophie felt as though she had returned to that suffocating battlefield.
On the battlefield, high-powered magic crisscrossed like artillery fire, gradually bombarding the swarming enemies.
Human warriors charged forward with roars.
Demon assassins slaughtered madly.
Goddesses of the God Race appeared in every corner like commanders controlling the tide of battle.
The sky, the land, the sea.
Everything seemed to have welcomed the end of the world, bathed in blood and fear, as though it could collapse at any moment.
As the Elf Queen, she had stood at the very center of that battlefield.
At her side were not only two absolutely trustworthy Elven attendants, but also the Hero's companions and other outstanding heroes of the Human Race.
The thirteen of them were regarded as the stars of that battlefield, beings who had already approached the limits of life and entered the realm known as "legend."
They even possessed the ability to change the course of the battlefield and alter the existing war situation. Everyone in the Human Race and even the God Race had placed great hopes in them.
Yet reality gave them a resounding slap across the face.
Even now, Sophie still remembered how despairing she had been when she saw "that" appear.
"----!!!"
It was a roar that shook heaven and earth.
It was a horn proclaiming death.
The thunderous sound spread through the air.
Tremors surged up from beneath their feet.
"It" appeared just like that, suddenly arriving like a world-ending calamity.
A massive body that blotted out the sky.
A resounding roar that awakened fear.
A savage appearance.
A terrifyingly ferocious aura.
The greatest "beast" in this world appeared upon the battlefield, moving limbs like mountains and a body like a continent, placing the entire battlefield beneath its feet.
People watched with