The White Rose Of Damnation
, the air cracked.
Not the ground. Not the branches.
The air.
As if the whole world had trembled for a single second. The space beyond the trees warped. It wasn't wind, wasn't energy—something had fractured reality itself. And then, like shadows slithering beneath the earth, more demons appeared. But not the wild, twisted beasts from before.
These... were different.
They wore armor. Not human—but something forged from dark, alien alloys, spiked and fluid, like living metal. Intelligence gleamed in their eyes. They weren't driven by instinct.
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