The war was far from over. Over two thousand demons still lived—many of them strong, brutal monsters—marching across the land with one goal: to kill everything in their way.
Thanks to Austin's plan, the demons had been funneled into the central path, the most heavily guarded route. It was a risky move, but it gave the defenders some control. From here, they could choose how to steer the battle. If things went wrong, they'd pull back into the forest—where thick trees and narrow paths would let them regroup, escape, or wait for reinforcements.
Right now, chaos ruled the battlefield. Screams echoed. Steel clashed. Blood sprayed. Soldiers fought with all they had, blades swinging, bodies dropping.
High-ranking officers barked orders, shouting over the roar of war, their voices hoarse. They dashed in to support their squads when the line started to break.
