Chaos, darkness, strangeness, the indescribable.
This was a space beyond human comprehension, one that had remained hidden in a corner of this planet since time immemorial, unknown to the mortal world. In this bizarre place, where distance, height, direction, and position had no meaning, the only things visible were countless shattered towers and crooked palaces floating in the air, along with mysterious bridges connecting those twisted structures. In the distant darkness and chaos, inexplicable stars and nebulae had illuminated this dark world for centuries, casting mysterious, grotesque shadows over every building floating in the void. The sight was enough to inspire fear.
No one knew who had built these structures, nor which race had once inhabited this space. Only one thing was certain: its former masters had been extraordinarily powerful and possessed technology far beyond common sense. The seemingly dilapidated ruins floating in the air were, without exception, astonishingly sturdy. Even the most powerful aberrations found it difficult to budge them.
Yet now, fierce battles were erupting throughout this space.
A shattered, collapsed palace floated in one corner of the void. The remnants of its structure still revealed the grandeur and magnificence it had once possessed. Several dazzling bursts of white fire suddenly erupted from a broken section of the palace's outer wall. Along with the flames, several figures in black trench coats could vaguely be seen blasting out. Continuous cries of battle rang out from all directions. This once peaceful and sacred place had now become a sinful battlefield of chaos and betrayal.
A tall, dark-skinned high-ranking Demon Hunter stood at the palace entrance, wielding a massive, strangely shaped cross. He repeatedly knocked away the crossbow bolts flying toward him. Behind him, a faintly glowing barrier of light shone before the palace's main gate. The barrier was teetering on