The ground was already shaking. A low, rhythmic thudding, growing steadily louder, signaled the approach of a massive demon army from a few miles away.
Caesar, the general of Riverdale's army, stood on the fort's highest wall, his heart beating quickly.
He panicked internally. His soldiers were completely exhausted and out of rations and supplies, having fought a brutal battle just hours ago. They hadn't taken even a moment of rest, and many were even fatally injured.
"Oh, divine lord, have mercy and help us in these perilous times," he prayed as his gaze was fixed on the distant, ominous dust cloud that rose from miles away. He knew their situation was dire, and today might be his last day.
Klaus looked at Caesar, a faint smile on his face. He saw the general's fear, his desperation to save his men.
"Caesar," Klaus called out with a calm voice, "ask your men to stay inside the fort. They will not be sufficient for this battle."
