High above the battlefield, the King of Swords was still being pursued by the river of crimson blood. Surrounded by the storm of swords, he retreated closer and closer to the swirling veil of radiant clouds… as if being driven into a corner.
Far below, the fractured bone plain was swelling with scarlet rot, and the dead Titans were struggling against the chains of sorcery that bound them. The shimmering runes formed by countless flying swords were already vague and distorted, on the verge of crumbling.
Finally, one of the colossal creatures broke free of its ethereal cage and stepped forward, ready to unleash its profane power.
Before it could, however…
Anvil spun in the air and slashed with one of his dreadful swords, causing the world itself to split in half.
