"Gu—k!"
A heavy, muffled roar like thunder resounded across the battlefield as the giant hand emerged. At the same time, the gate's illusory curtain turned blood-red, and dense, oppressive air came pouring out, carrying the stench of incense and burnt corpses.
From deep within the gate came hoarse, low howls, like distant tornadoes.
A gigantic twisted form kept churning the curtain, like a baby trying to burst from the amniotic sac. A barrier separating the void from reality tried to hold it back, but it clearly would not last much longer.
And accompanying all these strange phenomena was boundless darkness.
Centered on the Brass Gate, everything within dozens of kilometers was shrouded beneath a curtain that blotted out all light.
Guk's eyes immediately reacted to the darkness around him, but no matter how wide his pupils opened, he still felt as though he were trapped in a sandstorm, unable to see his own hand before his face.
Heavy, stagnant darkness pressed down on him. He could barely make out his guards'
They were vague figures, along with the occasional flicker of muzzle flashes. It seemed they were firing at something.
Suddenly, static flooded the communication channel.
Guk roared:
"Court Guard, advance under cover!"
Then Kundraka and Batka followed him, plunging headlong into the darkness ahead.
At that moment, the twisted, evil roars of demons filled the battlefield like an unending tolling of bells, drowning out Guk's sight and hearing.
For one brief moment, he even felt that he had already entered the so-called hell.
Then he saw flames rolling across the ground. Red and orange hellfire writhed through the darkness, stretching claw-like toward the guards led by Mangul.
BOOM—!
A streak of fire exploded across the ground like lightning, illuminating the dark sky. Only then did Guk discover that several