Within Elris, a large army had formed.
They had long seen the enemy approaching and had prepared for this moment well in advance.
The demons had invaded once before and had claimed victory by spilling the blood of two heroes.
This time, Brian would avenge them, the two close friends who had always followed him.
Their deaths would not go unanswered, and this battle would be only the beginning.
He had gathered enough men to push beyond this confrontation and into the empire.
The King of Elris had requested that he assist his son, who was fighting on the front lines, and Brian had obliged.
Now, he stood as the commander, leading a part of the army himself.
Rows of soldiers stood behind him, stretching outwards by the hundreds, if not thousands, of meters on each side.
Brian stood alone at the front, tens of meters ahead of the formation, blazing brightly.
The only garment on him was a robe, crafted from phoenix hide, feathers, and dragon scales.
