Slowly Moby's body was being healed, his injuries fading away. Yet, even still, his body stayed numb, his vision continued to be blurry and his mind remained in cloudy pain.

All he was able to see were explosions in the distance, soldiers fighting right in front of his eyes, screaming in the air, some of pride and some of terror, that along with the stench of death and blood, blood and body parts falling from the sky almost like it was simple hail…

Some soldiers were using abilities he never even knew existed, like plasma manipulation, healing from punches, poison slime, even variations of the common abilities such as the ability to create and control boiling water.

All of the soldiers, without any exception, were also in some sort of spirit mode, the souls of various animals surrounding them ranging from normal to even alien-like creatures unlike anything seen on earth.

Each soldier was powerful, beyond powerful, each one was at least as strong as he was in his full-powered sin mode, and these were only the common foot soldiers.

The shalkers were not that far off in strength, both sides seemed evenly matched.

Most of the soldiers on the shalker side had no abilities and simply relied on their brute force, brute force that Moby knew all too well. And, even still, they managed to kill various of the human soldiers, splitting them in two, blocking attacks with their iron skin all the while moving faster than a blur. That was to be expected…

However, what truly surprised the soldiers beyond their wildest dreams was the fact that some of these shalker soldiers possessed abilities, abilities just like they had, only some were more unique…

This was the first time humanity had found out about such a thing, and it was clear on their hardened warrior faces as they seemed no match for these, what could only be described as super shalkers...

Yet, despite all of that, the humans still had an edge, powerful soldiers of their own and a seemingly never-ending fleet of troops outnumbering the enemy.

They watched their comrades die right in front of their eyes with seemingly no reaction as they charged forward with no fear and a rekindled flame of pure hatred in their eyes, knowing full well that their deaths might be near… Their resolve and spirit were as such, true soldiers through and through.

In the middle of the battlefield, slashing up shalker bodies like they were butter and even defeating several of their strongest soldiers was General Ryker, the aura of black and white yin and yang surrounding his glowing purple flower defended body in the shape of a panda, fur armour made of energy on his body. With simple flicks of his spirit veins and summoned plants such as venus fly traps, he was more than powerful enough to bolt across the battlefield and cause mayhem where ever he went, a crazy, amused look on his face like he was a child at an amusement park, his laughs echoing throughout the battlefield despite all the injuries he was sustaining...

Yet, that was not what caught his attention the most and where all his energy was focused…

*CRASH* *CRASH* CRASH*

As Moby's body was picked up and taken away to a safer location by the nurse, he could not take his eyes off the blurry, ear-piercing mess above him in the sky, clashes of absolute strength, shadow and lightning beasts with a mana density of his entire class multiplied at least 1000 times, blasts of energy, shaking and levelling mountains, the very fabric of space and time shifting all around them as earthquakes began forming in the shadowy ground below them affecting the rest of the fighters.

In the mess above, Moby, in his current state, only barely managed to see what was going on, the details not fully clear to him.

A dark, black raven flying with shadowy wings and armour fit for a god, manipulating his immense shadows in ways Moby never even knew possible and could wrap his head around…

A speed demon, purple lion, resembling Alex's dying figure was zooming across the sky riding a storm cloud, spear in hand almost like he was teleporting, the clouds crackling in the sky as they struck down directly at him, charging him with even more power than before.

Their attacks looked completely in sync, full trust in one another, like they had been practicing together for years which now that he thought about it, was most likely the case…

The still silent Arksha's power of red energy was raging unlike ever before, somehow still holding his own against the two monsters in front of him. Yet, he was by no means winning… His armour was tattered, and his face and body were bloodied, just like his opponents as he continued fighting with his bloody mouth open, struggling as he wanted to scream in rage. At times, he even looked straight at Moby as he tried to break their formation and rush straight at him. Yet, it was all futile, finding no success at all as he was blocked by Mason's thick shadows every time.

Just from the few glimpses, he caught of him, the rage, frustration and disbelief in his eyes were completely otherworldly, various veins popping out of his bloody mess of a white face, even around his cracked horn, his killing intent consuming everything around him as his entire world began to crumble… Which made sense considering finding Moby was the sole reason for his existence…

The fight between the 3 titans was indeed a sight to behold, all on even ground which was really impressive, maybe the shalker had a slight advantage yet from Moby's distance, he was not 100% certain, especially knowing the state he was in as his vision became even darker and blurrier until he could no longer see the fight, the sounds of screaming and explosions now sounding almost like he had been struck by a flashbang…

He knew there was nothing more he could do; he had fulfilled his part and now it was all up to them...

Moby's mind began to wander and wonder thinking of various things, Alex's death still on his mind yet not the only thing there…

'I was too arrogant… Weak as fuck… Th-they're so strong… Not just them… This… This is the strength of the average soldier… If the average human soldier is this strong then how strong is the average demon… or Angel... No wonder Avilia was happy to see that it wasn't a demon in charge... When professor Leo said that his hands slipped on day one of the entrance tests… He must have been telling the truth… I might have just restarted the war… fuck I'm so stupid… so… so… stupid… I'm such a childish, shitty leader… I hurt my family more than I should have… At least I hope the ones that I did save are still safe right now...'

Those were Moby's final thoughts before his vision became dark, his family the final thing on his mind before his mind fell asleep into a deep slumber, retiring after the hell he had made both his mind and body endure for so long...

'Stay strong... My future demon lord...'

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