A day had passed after the grand destruction of the desert. Everyone was holed up in the city of Eclanor with the exception of the hero and his party. Thought to have succumbed to whatever must've happened back in the desert. The soldiers having been plunged through the dimensional tear didn't remember much–the same was the case for the aid that had been sent by the giants.
Flitza, Frazer, and his party, along with two demonic prisoners. The right and left hands of the demon general were both crippled by the assault, leaving them in a state where they could barely move their charred and exhausted bodies. For the right hand–the axe-bearing half-devil, her suffering was in the form of burns, and her sister, the ghost, had turned into a small ball of spirit currently being contained within a translucent ball made by Linkle.
