The battlefield of Demon and Human…
The Demon army, once an impenetrable fortress of darkness, had turned into a graveyard. The poisonous mist that spread through the battlefield, crafted meticulously with Kent's own blood, was wreaking havoc among the demon ranks.
Screams filled the air as demons clawed at their throats, their bodies convulsing violently before crumbling into lifeless heaps. The poison had seeped into their flesh, ceeping at their very essence, turning their strengths into weaknesses. The battlefield became a deathbed, as wave after wave of demons fell before they could even lift their weapons.
