Liam''s instincts flared, a deep sense of unease settling in his gut.

    Fenrir growled beside him. The massive wolf''s fur bristled as its ears twitched, detecting something Liam couldn''t quite place. Then, without warning, the first portal tore open in the sky.

    It was a rift of swirling black and red energy, pulsating with chaotic power. More portals followed, forming an ominous circle around them. From each portal emerged monstrous beings, each more grotesque than the last. Some were engulfed in raging flames, their molten bodies dripping embers onto the ground. Others exuded a bone-chilling cold that made even the Frost Giants seem warm in comparison. Their icy limbs cracked and reformed with every movement, their eyes burning with an eerie blue light.

    Liam wasted no time. With a flick of his wrist, the Blades of Chaos ignited, their hellish glow illuminating the battlefield. He lunged forward, chains whipping through the air as he decapitated the first flaming beast. The creature howled before disintegrating into ash. Another lunged at him from behind, but Liam''s newly heightened senses warned him a fraction of a second before it struck. He sidestepped, twirling mid-air, and hurled Draupnir''s spear straight into its skull. The beast shrieked as golden energy exploded from the impact, sending charred remains flying in every direction.

    He landed smoothly, barely breaking a sweat. But the horde kept coming.

    Summoning the Leviathan Axe, he slammed it into the ground. Ice burst outward in a freezing wave, coating the battlefield in a thick layer of frost. The cold-afflicted monsters slowed, their bodies cracking under the sudden temperature shift.

    Raising his hand, he summoned Sila''s magic. A circle of fire erupted around him, flames spiraling upward. With a single thrust of his palm, he unleashed a "Fusillade," sending a barrage of flaming lances piercing through multiple enemies. They screeched as they were incinerated, their molten cores unable to withstand the searing assault.

    Liam switched to Prav''s magic, raising his hand to summon a swirling sphere of water. He launched "Cluster Bolt," a piercing water lance, striking the beast''s core. The monster stumbled, ice forming over its body. Not missing a beat, Liam dashed forward, igniting the Blades of Chaos and driving them into the creature''s chest, melting the frozen corpse from within.

    Fenrir was in charge of keeping the monsters at bay which were trying to get to him.

    "You fight well," the man admitted, "but you are still so... ignorant."

    The man then summoned a huge scythe, a black dark weapon which seemed to be made of black hole itself.The man surged forward, wreathed in hellfire, and before Liam could move and avoid the attacks since he had predicted it, the scythe seemed to extend beyond his expectation, and then an agony exploded through him.

    He looked down only to see his left hand gone as that was the part the scythe was able to cleave through. Liam''s eyes went wide as he saw blood pouring out. Fenrir turned around to see his beloved master had lost a hand and went berserk.

    He lunged at the man.

    "Fenrir.. No..." Liam screamed but it was already too late. The man stabbed the wolf from under the body with his scythe and lodged it.

    "Now give me the Blades.." The man spoke again. Liam was beyond angry at this point. Hellish fires seemed to be burning on his body. The man who always seemed to have a smirk on his face, got serious as he could see the rage coursing through the skin of Liam.

    This was the Spartan rage that he had inherited from Atreus, same as his father. He got up and lunged at the man only to be stopped mid air with a blow on his neck, making him unconscious instantly and falling face down on the wet ground.

    Fenrir squealed when it saw that.