The æther crackled with an unnatural intensity, a symphony of annihilated starlight and devoured celestial bodies. Before the assembled SLAYERS, watching in stunned, horrified reverence from their transit units, the Umbral Artificer was not merely a concept, but a cataclysm made manifest. It was ...

The spur of black that was Jao Shi glided past the wounded Zeroken, his gleaming black blade covered in speckled spots of the Owaki Lord’s crimson. A viscera that would soon succumb to the power of the darkness, the spattered blood petrifying into brittle, stone-like beads. With a brisk, almost ...

The air in the Owaki Lord’s sanctum was thick with the scent of ozone and impending death. It crackled around the edge of the nanite blade, a sliver of Kuroi Ryu's soul forged into a cutting edge, which hovered mere centimeters from Zeroken Owaki’s throat. The metal, a liquid black that drank the ...

The battlefield was a maelstrom of destruction. The colossal Voidkyn, a creature of nightmares with limbs like animated mountains, tore through the landscape. Its every movement was an earthquake, crushing entire platoons of soldiers and carving chasms into the earth. Yet, amidst this chaos, the ...

The uniform tactics of the SLAYER squad were proving vastly incomparable to the gathered Owaki forces. Though they tried their best to forestall the movements of the battalions, the Voidkyn and the shinobi that accompanied found themselves continuously outpaced by the coordinated strikes of the ...

The air over the ruined outskirts of Edo was thick with the smell of ozone and burnt ash. The shining moon slipped behind a jagged horizon, casting long shadows that seemed to writhe on their own accord. In the crater‑filled plain, the ragged band of warriors stood over a fresh pile of carnage ...

The wind howled a mournful dirge across the frost-covered battlefield, a testament to the icy wrath Alona had unleashed. Mountains stood as silent witnesses, cloaked in a chilling vengeance born from ten millennia of suffering. Frozen clones dotted the landscape, grotesque sculptures of war, their ...

The chime for Moonhigh sounded, a low, resonant tone that vibrated through the stone floor. It was time.

He met Jao at the deployment bay. The massive hangar door was open to the night, revealing a sky littered with stars and the pale, broken face of the moon. The wind was sharp, carrying the scent ...

Yang watched with a still heart as his son left the council chambers. A myriad thoughts stuck out to him as if trying to pull a fog over the one he knew to be the truth.

That...was not Jao. Not all of him anyway.

Since the boy was born, Yang has taken every measure, even some that one might call ...

The silence that followed Yang’s declaration was heavier and more suffocating than the mountain above them. He had not intended to speak, had not planned to step forward, but the words had torn from his throat with the force of a final, desperate prayer. He felt the eyes of the Slayers on him, a ...