The others chuckled darkly.
Then, just as the seal on their dimension cracked open completely, a deep voice echoed through their prison.
"THE FIRST SEAL HAS BEEN LIFTED. ENTER THE WORLD AS CHALLENGERS AND EITHER WIN AND BE THE NEW RULERS OR DIE TRYING."
A blinding light surrounded them.
The next moment—
They vanished.
Then, all around the world, the air above the altars cracked, splitting open like shattered glass as grotesque figures emerged.
Each of these creatures was unique—twisted, monstrous beings that seemed to embody chaos itself. Their bodies bore scars of a hundred battles, their eyes burned with savage cruelty, and their presence alone exuded an overwhelming bloodlust.
At every altar across Nexara, Space Pirate crew members poured out, their weapons drawn, their faces twisted into expressions of greed, hunger, and madness.
The invasion had begun.
And yet—what awaited them was not the helpless world they had imagined.
Instead—
