Lucifer's chest throbbed with pain as he rose to his feet, the weight of his past bearing down upon him. His weary eyes surveyed the ravaged battlefield, witnessing the scars of destruction and the shattered lives left in its wake.
The battle may have reached its conclusion, but Lucifer knew deep within that this was merely the prologue to what was to come.
A peculiar sensation drew his gaze towards an unfamiliar direction. From the very earth beneath his feet, the blood of those he had slain in this realm began to rise, their life essence intertwining with the crimson droplets. As if guided by an unseen force, the blood drops converged before his very eyes.
Gradually, the individual droplets merged, forming a colossal sphere reminiscent of a blood-soaked sun. Its size grew exponentially, consuming the life essence of all who had perished in its wake.
The intense illumination cast by this bloody sun bathed the world in a haunting scarlet glow.
