The Scythe That Harvested the Battlefield
The moment everyone was still overwhelmed by the terrifying aura blanketing the battlefield, the dark clouds overhead suddenly split apart.
A deafening boom echoed across the heavens.
Like a bolt of divine lightning descending from the sky, a lone figure pierced through the storm.
BOOM!
His landing shook the entire wall of Fantom City.
Cracks spread beneath his feet as dust billowed into the air.
For a brief moment...
Silence.
Every pair of eyes instinctively turned toward the newcomer.
Standing atop the city wall was Victor.
His shoulder-length black hair swayed gently in the cold wind, while his golden eyes calmly swept across the endless sea of undead below. He wore black leather pants, a fitted black shirt, and a dark golden jacket that fluttered behind him like the cloak of a conquering monarch.
His expression remained frighteningly calm.
