Brian and Jonathan were on the verge of leaving, while George remained defiant, refusing to abandon the fight. The trio lingered near the barren wasteland they had carved out—a desolate expanse marred by the complete annihilation of both allies and enemies.
No new soldiers dared to enter the devastated area. Those still behind the walls were the highest-ranking authorities and generals, already working to summon reinforcements in the form of heroes, knowing full well that demons remained a persistent threat in the distance.
Out at sea, at least ten demon ships loomed ominously. Their presence deterred anyone from venturing close.
Brian was preparing to stand when a low, unfamiliar voice pierced the silence nearby.
"What a bunch of heroes we have here. To leave not a single man standing—perfect display of power and with no remorse. The ideal killing machines. Just what we need. So, how about it? Do you want to join our cause?"
