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Rather than ending their lives, he opted for a different approach – placing his adversaries in a temporary paralyze status.

However, those possessing a rank of A+ and above proved resilient, able to endure the assault and stop his attempts. This forced him to exert more of his  power in order to subdue them.

"We are here to aid you," Erika\'s voice resounded through the air, her resolve echoing across the battlefield as she swiftly moved to stand by Fenrir\'s side.

As she joined him in the midst of the battle, a notable transformation occurred. The very temperature seemed to plummet in response to her presence, and a chill gripped the surroundings.

"Don\'t forget about us ," 

His other wives followed suit, a formidable group that had now assembled .

Erika herself donned a gleaming white battle armor that shimmered with cold crystal glint, and a remarkable sight unfolded behind her: 15 floating ice swords adorned her back, radiating an aura of chilling power.

"Thank you, everyone . I\'ll paralyzed them temporarily, and then you can take them out. Just don\'t cause too many casualties if possible," he instructed.

Erika arched an eyebrow.

"Do you still want to go easy on them?" Her question cut to the heart of the matter. Fenrir\'s changed over time hadn\'t gone unnoticed by her; he had evolved from his impulsive youthful vigor into someone who exhibited a greater degree of compassion.

He had changed greatly, but  her enduring love for him remained unchanged. She would follow his lead, even if it meant risking danger or sacrificing herself.

"Believe in me," Fenrir\'s reassurance carried a sense of conviction.

With strategic precision, he deftly guided his other wives amidst the battle.

His deep understanding of their unique strengths enabled him to choreograph their actions with the utmost precision, ensuring that their combined efforts would yield maximum impact. This united front propelled them forward, a seamless unit carving a path through the enemy ranks.

However, the taste of victory was accompanied by a bitter cost. Alongside them, many powerful A+ ranked supernaturals met their demise, their valiant efforts culminating in the ultimate sacrifice.

Meanwhile, several formidable Rank S fighters found themselves compelled to hold their ground, confronting adversaries of even greater power. 

And as for the Domain user, the landscape had devolved into such chaotic disarray that none could successfully establish a complete domain.

Instead, their efforts were limited to gaining a little foothold over small sections of the battlefield, leveraging these territories to take whatever advantages they could. 

BOOOOOM!

BOOOOOM!

BOOOOOM!

The war continued .

Finally, as the battle raged on, the situation began to favor Fenrir\'s side. They started pushing the enemy forces back, gaining ground with their  persistence.

Fenrir\'s entrance had a powerful impact, boosting their confidence and instilling a sense of fear among their opponents.

The change in momentum was already noticeable. Their spirits soared as they felt a surge of renewed hope. They can win this war !

Facing this resurgence, some of the enemy\'s angels began to retreat and regroup. 

"We\'re winning!" the triumphant shout of a single fighter echoed through the air as their adversaries began to slowly retreat. This sight served as a clear indicator that they were gaining the upper hand in this encounter.

This single shout acted like a spark that ignited a wave of encouragement. The rallying cry spread like wildfire, infecting the hearts of all those fighting.

"Let\'s win this war ,"

"Let\'s kill them all !"

A thunderous roar erupted, a collective display of unity and triumph that reverberated across the battlefield. The resounding battle cry was so strong that it seemed to shake the very ground beneath them, a physical manifestation of their motivation.

But the triumphant cries were abruptly cut short as the sky underwent an unexpected change. Suddenly, everything felt heavy, as if gravity had become stronger.

A low rumble filled the air, growing louder as time passed. It was as though the sky was splitting apart, and the air atmosphere turned heavy.

Then, with a breathtaking buildup, the sky tear open in a display of overwhelming power.

From the gaping tear in the fabric of reality descended a group of powerful figures, their presence radiating a powerful energy that seemed to darken the very air around them.

They descended through the sky like avatars of destruction, their forms outlined by different auras.

At the forefront was a very tall, silver demon, his eyes white and blank. His  silver wings, stretched wide and iridescent, cast ominous shadows over the battlefield.

Behind him, are a bunch of powerful individuals, each one are Rank SSS .

The demon lords had arrived, heralding their presence with a grandeur that matched the chaotic turmoil of the battle itself.

The combatants on both sides could only watch in a mix of dread and fascination as these beings of unimaginable might hovered onto the field, ready to unleash untold havoc upon all who dared stand in their path.

"Are they here to help us? Look, Master Xavier is among them," a vampire exclaimed, pointing towards Xavier who hovered in the sky.

Xavier\'s presence held immense significance – he was renowned as the most powerful vampire in history.

The dark side held the belief that the demon lords had arrived as reinforcements, bolstering their ranks. On the other hand, those aligned with the light/human side felt a wave of apprehension, their concern escalating as they contemplated the formidable challenge of confronting a group of demon lords.

But, what unfolded next sent shockwaves through both sides, rattling their very core.

"Fenrir, embrace your destiny. We shall refrain from intervening in this war if you surrender your life," the silver-skinned demon spoke with authority and arrogance, leaving everyone momentarily frozen in disbelief.

"What\'s going on? Why are they demanding the supreme leader\'s death?" Lowell\'s voice rang out in the midst of the battle, a mix of curiosity and confusion evident in his tone. This version of Lowell might be less powerful than his future self, but he still held his ground with determination and courage.

"Why aren\'t they helping us?"

"Why would they target Lord Fenrir?"

"Could they be aligning with the humans and angels?"

Puzzled voices arose from the battlefield. The presence of the demon lords, typically aligned with the dark side, now standing with the light side, baffled all.

Even the angels refrained from attacking them, indicating an unexpected alliance.

"The prophecy is starting to come true," Erika sighed, her voice carrying the weight of sadness. She recognized this moment and what it meant – the inevitable end to this conflict. Fenrir was destined to die in this battle, regardless of the circumstances

He had grown stronger, and had a chance to forced the other side into a retreat if the demon lords hadn\'t intervened. But, it seemed Fate foresaw his growth as well. The Demon Lords had been sent by Fate to personally hunt him down as Evangeline predicted. 

Nonetheless, she refused to give up without a struggle. She would be happy to sacrificed her own life for her beloved Fenrir. 

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Fenrir, too, was taken aback by the appearance of the demon lords.

Their involvement in the war was weird, but now, they were all gathered. Even his brother-in-law Xavier stood among them.

"What is the meaning of this, Xavier?" Fenrir\'s growl held a mix of disbelief and anger. This war had been instigated by Xavier\'s brother, the current Vampire Lord Vladimir. The question echoed: why was he being singled out instead? 

"Fenrir, come to terms with your end. Refrain from resisting, so my sisters may live,"  Xavier responded with a heavy sigh.

He resented Fenrir for exploiting his sister\'s emotions.

But, he also understood the potential grief his death would bring.  It would be nothing short of a miracle if his sisters didn\'t fight tooth and nail to avenge him.

"What are you implying?" Fenrir\'s genuine concern radiated through his words. Xavier\'s mention of the safety of Evangeline, Erika, and Elizabeth struck a chord with him.

Xavier\'s deep love for his sisters was  also commendable, so he wondered what circumstances had driven him to take this course of action.

At that very moment, Shadowmire communicated a message to him.

[Run away]

\'Is it really their intention to kill me, Shadowmire? But what could be the reason?\' Fenrir questioned.

[Run away]

[Run away]

[Run away]

[Run away]

[Run away]

[Run away]

Shadowmire\'s repeated warning was an ominous revelation of the danger he was facing.

The danger he faced was clear to see.

The question that now loomed before him was whether he should heed the warning and flee.

Though the message carried urgency, abandoning his friends on the battlefield felt like a betrayal.

His dozens of wives still stood there, eyes ablaze with anger, a reflection of their unwavering love  amidst the sudden upheaval.

[Run away..... Father ]