Happy New Years everyone, and sorry for it being short. I've been sick since Christmas Eve and still am. Wanted to let everyone know I'm still alive and resting. Expect me to rarely update until I properly recover.

Within a few days the balance of power had violently shifted. Within the few days after the 'red star' burst out of the Dungeon and flew off did everything change. Rakia, the country known for war has fallen. Ares and the other gods in the country were swiftly slain as they returned to Tenkai as great flames consumed the capital city Valua and the people fleeing. It shook the world of how a single country fell in a single night. But there was a mantra going around from those that witnessed and survived its horrors. "War is coming. War is coming. War is coming." They are repeated, the emptiness in their eyes reflecting how hollow they've become.

*Chamber of Prayers*

Hakuno had been summoned to this place yet again by Ouranos and she was alarmed by the news. "Kishinami, do you know what they speak of?" Ouranos asked, hoping the girl's knowledge from another time would provide insight on what escaped from the Dungeon.

Hakuno shook her head and crossed her arms as she looked at the deity in question. "I am not all-knowing." She corrected him, "But if I get enough clues on what the people of Rakia encountered, I may be able to pin-point the identity of what this…being is." She answered as Ouranos raised a brow. "Whatever it was…it wasn't a monster. No monster could emit that amount of bloodshed in their being to the point I can smell it even from here." She told him as Ouranos widened his eyes in shock.

"That is disturbing." Ouranos agreed as he scratched his chin in thought. "The Dungeon hasn't been truly calmed with my prayers for some time and it's causing it to mutate. With my own power I'm able to hold back the tide in the upper floors. Any lower is beyond me. The one trapped below is quite powerful, that I worry I alone will not be able to halt it." Ouranos admitted with a sigh. "Zeus was capable of pacifying it in the past but ever since the defeat by the Black Dragon and his own exile I struggle with the Dungeon."

"…You've done all you can Lord Ouranos. But it's time to ask for aid. Don't let yourself carry the burden alone and be overwhelmed when it's too late." Hakuno warned him as she turned to leave. "There's much one can handle by themselves until they break…Don't repeat the same mistakes others have made." She told him as she left.

Once the Holy Witch was gone, Ouranos sighed deeply and began contemplating on the girl's advice. That was when Fels appeared from the shadows, having overheard everything. "Lord Ouranos, she does speak of experience none her age should know of. And the Dungeon has become rather antagonistic with reports of the Loki Familia and my own inspection of the Dungeon's fourth mega floor. The Goliath has become an Enhanced Species." The mage reported.

"So it seems…" Ouranos replied and inhaled deeply. He needed help in pacifying the Dungeon, and it seems his strength alone will not be enough. He made a connection with Tenkai to reach out to someone…his significant other.

*Orario*

The talks on the streets had grown wilder as Haruhime shopped for groceries. The tales of ghostly soldiers burning and killing everything in their path had become even more frequent with the growing anxiety. Survivors have fled to many places besides Orario, spreading the messages of doom with them as they travel across the lands. Even the air smelt wrong these days for the Renard. For it carried bloodshed in the very winds itself…

A major shift is in motion, and Orario was the source of it all.

Haruhime in her entire life was having a very bad feeling about all of this. She decided to go talk with the Takemikazuchi Familia. Her friends from the Far East could help put her at ease with what she was feeling at this moment of time.

Then, buildings exploded in fire.

Pandemonium swallowed Orario as screams and destruction began to burst forth like a broken dam.

Standing outside a few miles from the walls of Orario, cloaked in red and wielding a mighty sword, Horseman of the Apocalypse War and its army of warmonger souls stood, all armed with weapons of warfare from a time period that showed how advanced they were in the art of murder.

It was a day of reckoning, and the warnings Hakuno foretold in her message was slowly starting to come forth.

"Repent, repent, repent. Let us suffer for our sins."