The Snap of Chaos

In the depths of the Eternal Void, the Corruptor’s dark domain, the six remaining demons gathered in a chamber of absolute darkness, where shadows writhed like living serpents and the air pulsed with corrupt energy. The black obsidian table was cracked, and the ethereal flames around trembled as if the void itself felt the weight of Prideon’s defeat. Iragor, Wrath, with his red muscular mass and curved horns, slammed the table, roaring: “The moon destroyed! Prideon erased! How did this happen?” Gulthar, Gluttony, drooled while devouring a bone fragment, gurgled: “I could have eaten that moon... now our powers weaken!” Avaron, Greed, with her golden skin gleaming, whispered: “An unacceptable loss. Athos stole our balance—I’ll make him pay!” Slothar, Sloth, yawned, his gray slime dragging: “Why all the fuss? Let’s sleep...” Lustara, Lust, purred: “Prideon was too arrogant... but Athos, this glitch, I’ll make him mine.” Envyra, Envy, hissed: “I envy his power! Let’s destroy him and steal his glitch!”The chaos of overlapping voices was interrupted by a presence that silenced all: the Corruptor materialized as a colossal silhouette of absolute darkness, a living void with black abyss eyes pulsing with red veins, his intimidating aura making the ethereal flames recoil. His voice thundered like judgment: “It was exactly as I said. Athos is the glitch that threatens everything. But our plan continues.”The demons bowed their heads, and the Corruptor continued: “The moon was a conduit, but its destruction weakened only the fools. Now, the show begins.” He snapped his fingers, a wave of pure darkness erupting from the void, slicing through the realms like an invisible blade. The heroes, in their respective domains, were dragged into a new dimension—a vast coliseum of darkness, with a cracked obsidian floor and an infinite sky dominated by a great crimson moon in the background, pulsing like a corrupt heart, illuminating the space with a bloody glow. The crimson moon emanated an oppressive aura, as if watching the clash, and the air was charged with discord, where every breath seemed to echo a whisper of death. In the center, the six demons stood, facing the heroes materializing one by one, the tension building like an impending storm.Kaelith was first, appearing in a fire flash, his scarlet armor trembling with the sudden transport. He looked around, confused, the Blade of Wrath ready: “What is this? A trap from the Corruptor?” His heart raced, the oppressive air making him feel as if his flames were suffocated.Zeryn appeared next, in a stellar light glow, her silver robe rippling. Her blue eyes scanned the crimson moon, and she thought: This is bad... a corrupted dimension. “What’s happening? Who brought us here?” she said, the Arcane Tome floating at her side, ready for counterattacks.Elara materialized with a leaf whisper, her living bark armor pulsing green. The dry air bothered her, and the crimson moon made her shudder: “This is the Corruptor’s work... I feel death here,” she murmured, the Scepter of Life glowing as defense.Thorne emerged with a metallic clang, his black armor dusted with ash, the Hammer of the Eon in hand. He glanced at the crimson moon with suspicion: “What place is this? It feels like the Corruptor dragged us to his domain.”Mira arrived in a crystalline water wave, her blue scale armor dripping. The dry air annoyed her, and the crimson moon made her frown: “This isn’t natural... Who summoned us?”Draven emerged shrouded in shadows, his black armor exuding cold. He glanced at the moon with cold gray eyes: “This reeks of death... and betrayal.”Athos was the last, appearing in a blue glitch flash, his glitched armor shining with liquid data. He smirked cynically, looking at the crimson moon: “Another dimension? The Corruptor wants to play.” But his thoughts were sharp: This is the final stage. The crimson moon... the Corruptor is here.The demons, gathered on the opposite side, stared at the heroes with glowing eyes, their monstrous forms—Iragor with red muscles and horns, Gulthar drooling with multiple mouths, Avaron with golden skin and greedy eyes, Slothar yawning with gray slime, Lustara purring with purple curves, Envyra hissing with greenish skin—exuding a malicious aura. The Corruptor, a colossal silhouette of absolute darkness with black abyss eyes, loomed in the background, his voice thundering: “Let the show begin.” Athos, in front of the heroes, raised the Tear of Eryndor, ready for the clash.