It happened without anyone knowing, a relationship between a demon and a human, a story that started as a mere curiosity until it bloomed into something deeper, something unexpected.
Despite knowing the differences between them, they acknowledged each other, embraced their imperfections, and kept their little secret for the world to unravel.
Days continued to pass, and everything was still in perfect sync—not until that certain time came, making them realize one thing—not all fairytales ended with a happy ending.
. . . . .
"My brave warriors! Erase all those pathetic creatures! Free them from the curse of being weak! All units! Charge!" A man sitting in a silver throne with intricate carvings gave out a command.
Ghouls and winged demons led the attack, and with their incredible agility, they broke the enemy's formation. Meanwhile, warlocks and death prophets supported them from the rear.
