The crimson sky stretched vast above the land, darkness thick in the air as Valeria soared through it, her heavy sword sheathed on her back.
Each beat of her flight sent shockwaves rippling through the sky, her presence an eerie shadow moving against the bleeding dusk.
Below her, the land was filled with movement—clusters of demons from various clans, all armed to their teeth, waiting like scavengers circling prey.
Their banners flapped violently in the wind, their weapons gleaming with mana-infused power.
All of them combined were around 50,000 strong!
Their purpose?
To bring her down and capture her.
To hunt down her king who no longer had a kingdom to back him.
"There she is! The Immortal King's protector!" A gruff voice bellowed from the horde.
A war chief, a towering horned demon with a wicked grin, pointed to the sky with a thick, gnarled claw. His sharp teeth gleamed as he sneered.
