The last rays of the sun slowly faded, casting long shadows across the battlefield. The Demon Army, strengthened by the blessing of the Forbidden Goddess, roared in excitement, their monstrous forms trembling with anticipation.
The weapons pulsed with dark energy, their crimson eyes gleaming with hunger for war. They had waited for this moment—the chance to annihilate humanity once and for all.
On the human side, however, silence reigned. Their spirits were crushed, their hopes hanging by a thread. Their commander, Kent, was still absent.
Even the highest-ranking generals and Madam Clark stood in sorrow. They all knew the truth—without Kent, they were doomed. The demons were relentless, their numbers overwhelming.
Yesterday, Kent had failed to withstand even a single attack from the Forbidden Goddess. Now, without his presence, the army felt like an empty husk, waiting for death.
"Is there no hope?" a soldier whispered, gripping his trembling sword.
