CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

BATTLE FOR THE UNDERWORLD, SIX PM, NOVEMBER 7TH, 380 HE

The last rays of Solus dyed the great gate that separated two worlds the color of blood.

That massive structure built by gods, the Eastern Gate, which had for three hundred years separated the human world and the dark world, was about to fall.

As the five thousand members of the Human Guardian Army and the fifty thousand of the invading forces watched in silence, the very last drop of the seemingly endless life span of the gate was spent. In its final moment, the structure let out a bellow like the death throes of some gargantuan beast.

The rumble that ensued rippled from Centoria in the west to the imperial city of Obsidia in the east, causing all the residents of the Underworld to look to the sky for the reason for that booming thunder.

A few seconds later, a single fissure ran down the center of the three-hundred-mel gate. Brilliant light poured from the inside, burning the eyes of the soldiers stationed on either side of it.

The fissure spread and branched as it reached every corner of the great gate, and as it went, the light followed like a shining net. On either side of the gate appeared enormous, burning sacred letters.

But out of the entire battlefield, only two people understood the meaning of the words final stress test.

The letters hung there, burning, until the flames ran out.

At that moment, there was a flash of light that shone all the way to the heavens, and the top of the Eastern Gate began to crumble.