Aranal, Haynam Empire.
Standing at the grand balcony overlooking the sprawling city, the leader of the azirai devils, Volgron, watched the army gradually settle into disciplined formations.
There were three hundred thousand devils conscripted for the conquest of Tron. Among them, there were many Mana Core Magi. However, only two of them were given total command over them.
One was the shadowkin, Rekan, who was currently already at the frontlines. The second was the azirai, Volgron.
He shifted his attention to the twilight sky and sighed. It was a stark change in scenery, for he was always used to the ash-red sky of the Second Layer or the perpetual dark sky of the First Layer.
When he gazed at the clear skies and the flora and fauna in the distance, he felt that they were quite unpleasant to look at. But soon, he would turn this world hopeless and dreary. That was something he was looking forward to.
