The next day arrived beneath a sky heavy with foreboding.
From the moment dawn should have broken, alarm rang to sound the arrival of Demonic Beasts.
Across the battlefield's perimeter, cultivators stood in tense silence, weapons already in hand.
Many had not slept at all. Those who had managed to rest did so fitfully, eyes snapping open at the slightest disturbance, minds still trapped in memories of blood and screams.
They had barely finished clearing the corpses.
Barely finished counting the dead.
And yet—
The Demonic Beasts came again.
RRWWWWRRR!
A low, rumbling roar rolled across the horizon, vibrating through the earth like distant thunder. It grew louder with every passing breath, until the ground itself began to tremble.
"They're attacking again?!"
The cry spread through the ranks, disbelief laced with anger.
"Just one day later?!"
"Have they gone mad?!"
