Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

The eastern outskirts were in chaos. The heat from Arsene flames was burning hotter than a million stars, turning the land to magma, catching those who could not flee from fire while causing those with wings to fall one by one.

Bodies were withering as he began to flicker over the battlefield combatting High Gods and Elder Gods. He was a one-man army, but I could see he was limiting some of his abilities to ensure the survival of my army, and the shadow fell that were present.

Ash had begun to fall from the skies making my eyes water, as hundreds of thousands began to die one after the other, turning into ash that trickled over the land. In contrast, the Aberrations of this land Zariel had created ran wild, cutting down everyone that caught their eye.

Demons and devils were crawling from the depths of hell, appearing one by one. I'd even seen Bael, alongside a few other Princes of Hell. Kings were making their appearances one by one, which was scaring me. Things were getting out of control. It will not be long before a battle of Paragons commences.

"Ava, you and Avar team up; you'll need her help. ANd where the hell is Julius?'

"I'm here, my queen," Julius remarked, flashing to my side with his High God cultivation.

"You help Arsene. Keep him alive." I commanded before delegating the various tasks to my Abyssal Children.

This war wasn't a battle royal; everyone was against the abyssal fiends, which was a good thing and bad. It doesn't matter if my people die, but the Arbiters needed to die! They needed to perish before the festival ended.

"Frigid Storm!" Elsa chanted as an icy breeze came all at once, washing over everyone. The Abyssal Fiends were fine, but everyone else began to turn to ice as she employed the concept of stillness.

Even Arsene covered in Concepts fell, if only for a moment before he broke away. So was the power of concepts.

"Fallen Order!"

I snapped my head off to the distance towards the sound of the familiar voice, and my eyes narrowed as I saw Baphomet with hollow eyes, gripping the Demonic Mothers staff, surrounded by an enormous sigil the size of the city. As he pointed his staff towards the war, I darted into the skies and cleaved my sword down.

"Severing End!"

Employing Ends Arte carrying the concept of death, severance, and Time, making it so that I could cut a person in the past rather than the present. The arm of Baphomet holding the staff fell, but by the Time I had finished cleaving down into open space, he managed to finish this spell.

Watching with a grave expression as Baphomet's sigil vanished, the ground beneath everyone's feet, the color of magma, turned into a bright scarlet as the deadman's sigma remerged.

The hairs on my neck rose, but it was then Arsene's spear came down, crashing down as he bellowed, "CHAOS!!"

Employing the concept of chaos, the stigma that was sure to wipe out a large majority of the battlefield shattered into billions of embers. Nevertheless, nothing seemed to have changed, as more and more spells similar in nature began to erupt one after the other.

The Eastern outskirts battle wasn't supposed to be a battle royal, but by the Hells, it was becoming one.

Friends were being mowed down without knowing how they died, and allies who fought with one another seemed like enemies as everyone fought with one another without any regard for—

Arsene! His Devil's Heart is doing this!

That crazy bastard.

Everywhere I looked was a battlefield of death and suffering. Even my Abyssal Fiends were killing one another, falling into sin, the longer the battle continued.

"Reinforcements are here!!" Ava snapped.

"No need to relay everything, Ava. I know and see everything," I informed, "We have Into The Abyss. Just keep going; kill as many as you can!"

"ALDRICH!!!!"

Hearing Balor's voice followed by an explosion from out of nowhere, almost everyone was blown off their feet as the tectonic plates shifted from the confines of space. My heart hammered like bells where the battle was being held as Aldrich stopped Balors halbert with his finger.

"By the Hells!"

"I'm taking at least one of you down! DIE!" Aldrich howled as an illusion of the sea of elements within Elysium flashed from behind his back.

I felt Arsene appear at my side, wrapping his arms around me as blood pooled from his head, a mysterious palace flickered behind him, and an explosion from those monsters above us came like the biblical flood.

Almighty essence that was so powerful whipped over everyone as one after the other paragons appeared one by one, trying to contain the power of the two fallen and Aldrich. But to no avail, as everyone was blasted away.

Everything turned hazy as Arsene grunted, covering me in Forsaken Qi as I helped him out. The Azure glow emanating from the twins brightened even more.

Unease was building in my chest as we skimmed over the earth, crashing into the gates of Iliya. Grunting as I opened my arms, Arsene spat up a mouthful of blood as he turned to me, bearly able to smile, "Shit is getting crazy."

"Yeah," I replied, wiggling out of his arms before casting a few spells to mend his wounded body.

"I've got this, my queen," Julius responded, flashing by my side with Ava in his arms.

Sliding my gaze to the massive destruction ahead, congealing into a pillar of light, Arsene patted my shoulder, "Let's head back in; we got to make sure the Arbiters of Fate are dead."

Studying the Azure glow and the tinge of darkness beneath the Azure, I made sure to have Izavith study what this was.

Running forward into the distorted pillar of destruction where only High Gods and Elder Gods fought alongside the Aberrations, I saw a true battle royal before my eyes.

Standing with Seven swords behind her and one in her hand stood Avar, with an extremely cold expression standing before seven of the first-class angels.

A little ways behind her stood Asmodeus, Leviathan, and a few Kings, all with their weapons drawn.

"This is going to be hell," I muttered, "Let's go."