Brightkin, Orkin, Ankil, and Merlin dove toward the Devil Lords without a single ounce of fear or hesitation.
The moment their bodies crossed the threshold of the shattered city, the power within them erupted. Lord-tier bloodlines roared awake inside their souls, ancient and violent, responding to the infernal pressure of the Second Layer.
Energy burned through their veins like molten gold, every breath igniting the gains they had earned through years of relentless slaughter in the First Layer of Hell.
And they were not alone.
Behind them, the Legends and Sages of the Six Sun Alliance poured into the ruined city like a tidal wave. Thousands upon thousands descended from the sky, their killing intent blazing, their souls hardened by survival in Hell's crucible. Every one of them carried scars, triumphs, and blood-soaked breakthroughs.
Hell was unforgiving.
A single mistake could cost a life.
Yet it was also the greatest crucible any warrior could hope for.
