The air at the Devil King's palace gates was thick with smoke, dust, and the scent of blood. The frontlines were chaotic, the ground broken and scorched from repeated clashes, yet Kaelion remained calm, his gaze sharp as he observed the relentless wave of devils pressing against the elite human vanguard.
"Hold the line! Don't let them push through!" he commanded, voice low but cutting through the roaring battlefield. His orders were precise, layered in contingencies that only the most disciplined could follow.
Even with the Saintess's blessing coursing through the soldiers, a faint tremor ran through their ranks. The devils were countless, their numbers a living tide that threatened to overwhelm any weak point. Every time the humans attempted a maneuver to advance, the devils adapted, closing gaps and exploiting any hesitation.
