"—OWWWWHHHHLLLL—!"
An agonizing, otherworldly scream erupted across the battlefield as millions upon millions of howling spirits surged out of the dark waters of the Styx River. They were twisted beyond recognition—deformed, broken, and fused into grotesque shapes—but even through their corruption, their fiendish nature was unmistakable.
Traces of devilish features clung to them: horns shattered and regrown, jaws split unnaturally wide, eyes burning with endless hatred.
For the Legends, the sight was confusing—terrifying, but unclear in meaning. But the Lords and Paragons that could tap into the most profound principles of the universe understood immediately.
Vlad's expression hardened as he spoke with a somber voice.
"All the Devils we killed… all the souls we destroyed… they were sent into the Styx River," he said coldly. "And now—they've been summoned back."
The implication was horrifying.
