"Hahaha! Destroy them! This is a guaranteed victory!"
The Demon Lord's voice boomed across the battlefield like a war drum, shaking the heavens.
At his command, the hordes of demons roared as one. Claws tore across scorched earth, wings thundered against the air, and a chorus of snarls and shrieks erupted like a storm of bloodlust.
"Hold the line!"
"Kill them! Don't let them through!"
Knights of the Holy Church met the charge head-on. Swords clashed, divine aura burst like lightning, and the battlefield became a storm of steel, screams, and misted blood. Bodies fell in droves, holy and hellish alike.
Amid the chaos, Selena's eyes locked onto a figure hovering above the battlefield.
Kharzun.
The Demon Lord's presence was suffocating. His aura weighed on every soul, and the demons below bowed to him like he was a god.
Her grip tightened on the hilt of her sword, fury burning through her veins.
Who the hell is this bastard?Why do they worship him like that…?
Then—she saw it.
