Outside the Abyssal Scar, numerous warriors gathered as large warships arrived one after another, packed with countless fighters ready for battle. High above, the strongest among them floated in the sky, their eyes locked onto the dark, foreboding aura that cloaked the Abyssal Scar like impenetrable armour.
With grim determination, they unleashed world-shattering attacks, each strike powerful enough to flatten mountains. Yet, their efforts seemed futile—the dark aura absorbed or deflected every assault, leaving their path stubbornly sealed.
"Damn! We can't get inside. What are we supposed to do? If this continues, that being will fully regain its strength, and then it will be catastrophic for us." One of the strongest warriors from an ancient force, an ancestor who had arrived first, exclaimed in frustration.
His eyes were filled with urgency, recognizing the impending disaster that loomed if they failed to break through.
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