For a moment, the entire battlefield fell silent. Even the soldiers fighting at the farthest corners came to a halt as they witnessed the brilliant, heavenly figure of Taranis hovering in the sky, a Thunderbolt of immense power dancing in his hand, its roaring presence threatening to annihilate everything in its path.
"The demons will lose tonight."
Though Taranis murmured the words in a low voice, they were laced with Soulforce and heard by every being present on the battlefield.
Those words instilled unshakable confidence in the hearts of the humans and raw, primal fear within the demons, as if they were not merely a statement, but a declaration… the unalterable will of the heavens themselves.
Even the Archdemons clashing against Stormir, and Azhryx—the Demon King himself—locked in battle with Voltrex, sensed something stir within their hearts. It was a feeling they had never experienced before, born the moment those words echoed across the battlefield.
