As Ryuk stepped through the portal, the chaos of the battlefield hit him like a physical force.
"Attack!"
"Khwack!?"
The sounds of war filled the air—metal clashing against metal, the guttural grunts of exertion, the sharp cries of pain, and the constant, rhythmic roar of battle.
The sky above the pavilion was thick with energy as warriors slashed, kicked, and cast powerful techniques against each other.
A Celestial Phoenix Order disciple, his robes streaked with blood, parried an attack from an infiltrator dressed in black. His teeth were gritted as he shoved the man back, fire crackling from his palm as he unleashed a flame technique.
"Phoenix Strike!" he roared, sending a wave of blazing energy toward his opponent.