A week into the march, Roland faced thousands of demons who tried to block his path, but none could stand against him. Not when he was at his strongest.
With Stella always at his side, no one could touch the army behind them.
Each day, more soldiers and fighters joined their ranks. Hidden refugees emerged, and even demons who opposed their own kind flocked to them.
By now, Roland understood that not all demons were the same. Succubi, imps, and many others had been treated as poorly as humans. And even if Elios disliked admitting it, the army needed every ally it could get.
This time, however, no one went unchecked. Roland personally inspected each man and demon to ensure their loyalty.
"Two days from the capital… do you think the army will last?" Roland asked Renar. If there was one matter that demanded constant attention, it was their rations.
Renar exhaled slowly, his gaze sweeping the endless column of men and beasts moving behind them.
