The arrival of the demons came too quickly. The fortresses surrounding Resting Third Shelter had always been enough to repel zombie waves or vampire raids.
Their walls were thick and tall, their patrols were constant. Even if enemies broke through, the clans nearby could mobilize in time.
That was the balance they had lived with ever since…
But this time was different. The demons bypassed everything, tearing open a rift above the shelter.
It was cheating!
Crimson light spilled across the sky, and the protections meant nothing.
Still, the four clans sworn to defend Resting Third reacted immediately.
'Cleves.. You must stay alive…' Lucian of the Nightfall Nexus Clan muttered.
He was referring to one of the Master Blacksmiths of Resting Third.
Lucian's scouts had seen the crimson rift tear open above the shelter, and he wasted no time. Within twenty minutes, fifty elite survivors of his clan stormed into Resting Third.
