At first, when the hurricane swept up, the sentries patrolling the defense line thought it was merely an ordinary change in the weather.
But when the piercing sound of horns came from the wind, their expressions changed dramatically, and they pressed the emergency alarm button—when the Sea of Thunder sounded the horn of conquest, it was the final Declaration of Annihilation before the army descended upon the border.
Without concealing its greedy ambition or savage purpose, it thoughtfully delivered a prophecy of destruction to every enemy.
Now, amid the horn calls, the darkness suppressed in the corner of the border began to stir.
As though it were boiling.
Defying the suppression imposed by the Solano Defense Line, it surged, swelled, and expanded—like a rushing tide of ink intent on dyeing the entire world black.
A thick stench of blood gradually emerged from the wind, carrying the foul reek of rot and death.
A continuous series of cracking sounds echoed through the air.
As though invisible fuses had snapped.
The earth suddenly shook, and dazzling light burst from the cracks in the ground, rising toward the sky—one, two, three... countless pillars of light stood across the path of the swelling darkness, like a cage, firmly suppressing Hell's expansion.
But soon, amid the horn calls echoing through lava and mountains, the light barriers rapidly twisted, as though pushed and pulled by an invisible force. Then, they collapsed completely!
The faint light vanished into the darkness, never to be seen again.
The flood of calamity charged straight ahead!
At the summit of the mountains, a steel-like dwarven giant held a horn hundreds of meters long and blew with all his strength. His swollen chest gradually deflated, as though his soul had left his body along with his breath.
The bloodthirsty horn greedily drank