The Black Rock Region was more crowded than anyone had ever seen it before. Tens of thousands had gathered, and the tension that usually filled the air whenever humans and demons stood in the same place was strangely absent.
For the first time in weeks, the ceaseless bloodshed between the two races had paused. The endless skirmishes that had plagued the land seemed to vanish, replaced by an eerie and fragile peace that extended across the entire region.
The contrast was startling. On one side of the battlefield, stretching as far as the eye could see, stood hundreds of thousands of demons. Their appearances were grotesque and varied, but they shared common traits. Their skin was colored in shades of black, red, and deep green, each hue darker than the last, and every one of them bore horns on their heads that twisted upward like crowns of bone.
