The time of rest was not for long...
Just as a heavy, tired sigh left Cain's lips, he felt a sudden premonition.
He looked towards the sky.
There, falling from the heavens like a shooting star, was a blazing projectile.
He grimaced and threw his hands up.
Instantly, several dozen rotating shields appeared before him, each one with complex geometric runic patterns and magic circles.
The flaming projectile smashed right through at least five of them before exploding, destroying another seven.
Cain's expression immediately went dark,
'So it has started, huh...'
In the battles to come, there would be little to no melee squabbles. Chaos had already broken out all around him.
With thousands of humans gearing up to respond to the first shots fired by the Devils, the tension shot through the roof like pressurized steam.
He turned towards Roselle.
She had rushed back into the tent to put on some clothes.
Cain froze, not knowing how to handle the coming situation.
