The air trembles as the last of the Charred Knights falls. Silence spreads across the arena. Then— The gates of the bed of chaos darkened as flame tears it open..

A massive portal ignites at the far end, roaring with ancient fire. From within, a figure steps forward. Slow. Deliberate. The Burnt Ivory King emerges, blade dragging through ash, flame licking across its edge.

The Ivory King stops, lifting his sword then flailing it to his left side.

A single word echoes through the stone platform—

“Fight!!”

The ground cracks beneath as the Charred Eleum Loyce advance, wielding their charred swords, shields, battle hammers, halberds, advancing once more to fight the cursed undead, to fight for the Burnt Ivory King.

And the war begins.