In a distant direction, far removed from the military base where the war raged with unending chaos.
Shards of light materialized from the void, slowly converging and coalescing into humanoid forms, until three figures stood fully formed.
They were the Three Warlords, beings of immense power who moved only at the command of the Supreme Monarchs.
They did not need to assert their presence. The very fabric of the world instinctively bowed to their existence, for they stood on a plane far beyond normal comprehension.
Before them stood three figures, skin as dark as obsidian, eyes glowing crimson, and tails swaying rhythmically from side to side.
They were the three direct subordinates of the Demon Monarch, en route to the military base before being intercepted by the Warlords.
The Warlords could not permit their clash to unfold within the base's remnants. Though the structures had already crumbled into ruin, that was inconsequential. What truly mattered were the soldiers.
