The sun is rising higher and higher, yet it seems the entire world is growing ever colder.
From a high view, the colossal walls encircling the Valerian Peninsula are being relentlessly battered by countless Demons like black tides surging forward.
A dense throng of Demons climb upward along mountains hundreds of meters high, screaming endlessly as they leap and scramble, driving their claws and weapons firmly into the mountain walls, jumping meters, even tens of meters high.
Layers of black clouds roil towards the walls in the sky, wave after wave of Demons falls from the sky and walls like rain, consumed by the relentless torrents moving forward.
The rain of arrows and Crossbow spears shudders across the sky, blooming with unprecedented sharpness, yet is instantly drowned in wave after wave of Demon tides.
