A tremendous explosion echoed across the battlefield. The surge of force was enough to flatten a plain, and in the blink of an eye, monsters that had once blanketed the landscape were pulverized and swept away, leaving nothing but silence and broken earth.1

“You bastard!” roared one of the demons, as all three remaining named demons charged Ketal at once. Their combined powers unleashed a storm that seemed capable of unmaking the world itself.0

Abaddon wielded the authority of destruction, with a single strike carrying the potential to reduce anything to dust, leaving no hope of recovery. Stheno commanded the power of whirl, able to twist and tear through the very fabric of reality. Bael, meanwhile, controlled the force of ruin, stripping meaning and value from all things, casting them into decay.0

These were not mere monsters. Each of these demons stood at the very apex of Hell, each a disaster given flesh. Now, all three combined their powers, their attacks converging in a single, unstoppable wave meant to erase Ketal from existence.1

However, Ketal’s body was unyielding. No matter how their powers battered him, his form stood firm—like an immovable pillar in the heart of a storm, his flesh absorbing and dispersing every strike.0

Instead of retreating, Ketal lunged forward, and...0