The sky shook, and the earth trembled beneath the sheer might of the Nebula Dominators.
Despite their efforts to restrain their power, the Kievan Continent was still on the brink of catastrophe.
Mountains cracked.
Rivers changed course.
The very land twisted under the force of battle.
In the distance, ordinary people could only stare in terror toward the source of this unimaginable destruction.
Some fell to their knees, unable to stand against the shaking ground.
Others clung desperately to trees, rocks, or whatever they could grasp—
As if holding onto the world itself.
Their hearts pounded in their chests.
Would their homes survive?
Would they survive?
None of them knew.
And that fear of the unknown was the most terrifying of all.
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Morgana stood tall, her form shifting between her beautiful illusion and the grotesque, withered hag beneath. The darkness coiled around her like a living entity, its tendrils coiling into the air, corrupting everything they touched.
