The Endlessdeath Continent was unrecognizable from what it had been rely two decades ago. Once a lush and thriving realm teeming with diverse life and ancient wonders, it was now scorched and shattered, gripped by the chaos of war. Fire raged across the lands, consuming forests, cities, and sacred grounds alike. Destruction marked every horizon, and death had beco a daily companion.
This devastation was the result of the Oga War—the cataclysmic conflict between Divine Sea Heaven and Divine Calamity Heaven. The struggle between these two imnse powers had reached unprecedented levels, escalating into an all-consuming inferno that threatened to tear the fabric of the continent itself.
The clash of Prima Deities was constant and rciless. Each side suffered grievous wounds, and the Third Realm Masters relied heavily on vast quantities of ancient healing elixirs just to keep fighting. These were not re skirmishes. They were continent-shaking battles between entities so powerful that their every blow shattered mountains and turned rivers into steam.
But the conflict was not limited to the divine elite. Divine Cultivators fought endlessly as well. Battles involving millions of cultivators beca increasingly common, their confrontations so destructive that the land itself scread in pain. Entire landscapes were transford into wastelands. The sky, once blue, was now perpetually stained with smoke and ash.
At the heart of this chaos stood a mighty stronghold, marked by a crimson tower that pierced the clouds. It was the headquarters of Divine Sea Heaven, a symbol of their enduring might. Here, the strongest warriors returned after each exhausting campaign, seeking rest, counsel, and preparation for the next assault.
Yet the mood within the stronghold was far from victorious. A solemn silence filled its grand halls as the remaining Prima Deities exchanged weary, grim expressions. The war had turned against them, spiraling out of their control after the death of one of their most powerful figures: Michael, the white stag—a revered Peak Prima Deity and a central pillar of Divine Sea Heaven’s ruling triumvirate.
Michael’s death had left a massive power vacuum. In his absence, the burden of leadership and frontline combat fell heavily on the remaining two mbers of the triumvirate: the enigmatic Godslayer Human, marked by a glowing black-scaled sigil embedded in his chest, and the fearso Anima Machinarium, whose vessel was forged of bones.
Despite the blow, Divine Sea Heaven had found a sliver of hope. The one responsible for Michael’s death, Cain Laurifer, had vanished. For almost ten years, he was nowhere to be found, and the battlefield slowly adjusted to his absence. The disappearance of such a singular threat allowed the Prima Deity lines to stabilize, if only barely.
However, this balance did not extend to the Divine Cultivators. Divine Sea Heaven’s cultivators were being massacred. And it wasn’t due to sheer numbers or superior cultivation levels on the enemy side. Instead, it was sothing far more alarming.
Groups of enemy cultivators from Divine Calamity Heaven were erging with terrifying strength, far beyond what their cultivation realms should permit. They could fight for days without rest, seemingly empowered by death itself, as if every life they took fueled their own.
Among these threats, two young n stood out. The first had snow-white hair and a mortal body so flawless and formidable it could have driven even a Deus Behemoth to envy. The second had flaming red hair and eyes that glowed with eerie perception, capable of seemingly peering through the currents of ti. They moved like ghosts, predicted attacks before they ca, and struck with such precision that even seasoned warriors hesitated to engage them.
They were rely at the Divine Transformation Stage—a realm so low it was typically irrelevant in the grand sche of the Oga War. Yet these two had achieved what others could not. They had defeated, and recently even slain, a Peka Divine Transcendence Master—a feat bordering on myth.
Their existence posed a danger that the upper echelons of Divine Sea Heaven could not ignore. Even the ArchDeity Heavens rarely encountered such monstrous talent. If these prodigies were not stopped, they could one day beco forces strong enough to rival even the triumvirate itself.
Inside the command center of the red tower, the Godslayer Human exhaled deeply. His scarred hand hovered over a battlefield report, trembling not from fear but from sheer frustration. His eyes, which usually glowed with stable, cold determination, flickered with unease.
A glacial gleam flashed across his pupils.
"So many talents rising... and yet we can do nothing," he muttered.
He knew what needed to be done. These anomalies had to be eliminated, or they would tip the scales irrevocably. Yet sending forces to hunt them down would weaken the front lines. The enemy Prima Deities pressed hard, and any misstep could lead to a collapse in their already fragile defenses.
"We need to move," he finally said, turning to the Anima Machinarium beside him. The bone-forged woman nodded in silent agreent, her eyes pulsing with light.
Together, they exited the command center and ascended into the skies above the stronghold. The other Prima Deities followed, adopting a tight military formation. The atmosphere was tense, and the air vibrated with divine pressure. The duo hovered at the center of it all, radiating power and authority.
This was more than a tactical show—it was a psychological reinforcent. Their forces needed hope. They needed to believe that their leaders were still in control and capable of delivering victory.
The Godslayer Human opened his mouth to address the gathered deities.
But before he could speak, he froze.
His gaze snapped to the upper stratosphere.
The Anima Machinarium followed his eyes instantly. Her skeletal body trembled as her senses locked onto a fast-approaching figure descending like a cot of doom.
At first, it was a re speck in the sky.
But it grew rapidly.
And then they saw him.
Cain Laurifer.
His appearance had changed, but there was no mistaking the monstrous aura. It was him. The man who had vanished nearly a decade ago. The one who killed Michael.
He was returning.
And he was coming straight for them.
There was no ti for hesitation.
"Attack with everything you have!" the Godslayer Human roared, his voice laced with fury.
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