Roman blinked as the world twisted, and when he opened his eyes, he was standing at the edge of a small village, in front of him, the founder and the girl had already arrived.
Wooden fences surrounded the place, though some parts were already broken. Smoke rose into the air, flames on some of the rooftops of wooden houses and then Roman saw something familiar.
Screams echoed, children crying, men and women shouting as they ran for safety.
The air was filled with the sound of steel clashing, spells exploding, and the roars of demons. Roman had confirmed one thing: indeed, this was the founder. That meant history was wrong, and if he wasn't the founder, then who was he?
Roman's eyes scanned the chaos. Dozens of demons with black skin and twisted horns were rushing through the broken gates, their claws ready to tear through anyone in their way.
Villagers who had mana were fighting back with spells, Roman recognized most of the spells.
