Blood flowed everywhere, while corpses of humans and enormous divine creatures littered the ground.
Various powers permeated this place, clashing invisibly like two distinct armies.
Everything showed that a terrifying battle had broken out in the valley.
The participants were as clear.
On one side stood the recently emerging human race. On the other side were the oldest creatures and the ancient rulers of the Veythalis World—the Dragon.
These two forces, one that had ruled the world in ancient times and one that wished to rule it in the Age of Magic, had naturally clashed.
On one of the valley's hills, a man could be seen with his back against a stone, impaled by a giant golden spear that held him in place.
Hermes couldn't help but feel the fresh blood trickle down his lips, sensing the destructive power spreading through his body, threatening to extinguish his vitality.
