Just as a certain insidious Morningstar Mage had planned, the magical barrier of the Horaka Defense Line collapsed amid booming thunder without him needing to lift a finger.
Having lost its stable energy supply, the pale green shield that stretched into the clouds became irreparably shattered debris scattering through the sky almost instantly. As that magnificent defensive barrier was ground to dust, tens of thousands of lesser lords and even Morningstar demons began pouring from the many ordinary Legendary-tier Abyssal Rifts and Morningstar-tier Abyssal Rifts that seemed to have opened overnight along the distant borders of the Kalamus Empire.
At this point, during the witching hour, the true disaster had finally arrived!
The crimson tide had completely become an unstoppable Chaos Sea. The sea of demons, surging while slaughtering one another, truly covered nearly every vast plain that had once been uninhabited. Most terrifyingly, not long after the Horaka Defense Line's fall, a strange pulse of energy, as though answering some kind of summons, suddenly descended upon this ravaged land.
This special energy, containing mysterious spiritual power, was clearly no crude and simple thing. Its effect appeared almost from nowhere and swiftly spread across every inch of the Kalamus Empire. Under the temptation of this strange Soul Level influence, countless bloodthirsty, frenzied demons naturally began rushing without hesitation toward Mestur's Blazing Sun Magic Tower.
They were terrifying Abyssal Demons. They could easily leap across mountains and hills that pierced the clouds. They spread chaos, tearing apart every substance and energy that stood before them. The abyssal aura they carried had almost formed heavy tornadoes linking heaven and earth...
This was a true Abyssal invasion. This was a real demon offensive. When those deafening, furious roars rose and fell over Karamus's fallen territory, when the demon armies beyond those rifts gathered