The Forgotten descended with a face devoid of expression, bringing destruction. The Black Descent Demigod fought valiantly for survival, while the great flood of judgment from Hell approached from both ends, soon to converge in completion, heralding the verdict of the end for all life. Since the birth of Black Descent Hell, perhaps there has never been a world-ending moment as cataclysmic, with each breath marking the fall of life, each moment witnessing the Mage narrowly escaping death.
Yet on this battlefield of life and death, where every second counts, three individuals simultaneously froze in place. The roar of friction between wind and thunder, the piercing distortion of time and space, the shrill cries of ice and fire, the despairing wails of the Demigods—all these cacophonies seemed to distance themselves from them at this instant… It was as if Fate had finally found its conscience, exchanging all their past tribulations for this moment of reminiscence.
