The Golden Valley Kingdom's military camp had fallen into utter chaos.
Flames devoured the tents, and thick smoke spiraled upward, painting the night sky an ominous, dim red.
The soldiers panicked, scattering like a startled herd of beasts, unable to distinguish friend from foe in the obscuring smoke and fire.
The clash of metal, agonizing wails, and savage war cries wove together, composing a bloody nocturne.
And at the center of this chaos was the dueling ground of two Transcendents.
Their battle was a world of its own, like the eye of a storm, sealing off all other Professionals.
It was a fight on another level entirely, one no one else could interfere with.
Duke's body steamed with a palpable, immense Blood Qi. That power was both violent and searing, granting him overwhelming, pure Power.
