The hymns of war shook the very foundations of an entire continent.
Millions of monsters—
against thousands of humans.
If there were words capable of describing such a conflict, they would all manifest in blood.
Endless blood.
Filth.
And ruin.
The demons were powerful—relentless creatures that neither tired nor slowed.
The primal demons that came from Helmond were the very definition of monstrosities.
Gray-skinned beings with warped bodies, long horns, and stretched wings.
Sunken dark eyes.
Terrifying features.
Yet even they were not the worst part of the equation.
The true horror…
were the Ultras, twisted by the Demon Seed.
How many humans from the Empire had already perished at their hands?
A single swing of those mutated limbs was enough to detonate human bodies ...
intestines and organs scattering across the battlefield, painting the ground red without end.
In terms of individual strength, the transformed Ultras army far surpassed ordinary human soldiers.
