Seconds bled into minutes, and soon, the time of battle had arrived.
Across the battlefield, the full might of the devil army had revealed itself. Three hundred thousand devils stood in terrifying formation, stretching like an infernal sea.
Beside them marched over one hundred and fifty thousand cultists and Magi of the Haynam Empire. Though many still bore injuries from the previous day's slaughter, their eyes burned with fanatic madness.
Bandaged soldiers gripped blood-stained weapons, while wounded Magi continued channeling spells as though oblivious to the pain. For the first time since the founding of the cult, its leader was personally fighting alongside its members.
So how could these cultists, who practically worshipped the lich, not be excited?
Above them, the skies had become a domain of the winged devils — the azirais, imps, and spikewings. On this vast battlefield that prevented the use of Flight, these winged devils held a great advantage.
