They say when a great tragedy occurs, nature itself weeps over the loss. Just like that, the skies of the Underworld wept with relentless rain after losing two royal queens in a single night. Above, the blood-red moon stood as a silent witness to the solemn vow the Crown Princess had sworn before her ultimate sacrifice for the man she loved.
Only minutes earlier, before the sky bled red, Gavriel was panting heavily on the fifth level of Tartarus. His glowing crimson eyes remained fixed on Thalzaroth, who had finally halted his barrage of attacks after Gavriel succeeded in establishing communication, having severed several heads of the thousand-headed ancient guardian.
Many of their warriors were already dead, and his right-hand man, Orin, was gravely injured.
