Only a short time passed before the air around the entire camp began to shift. A foul wind drifted across the field, carrying with it a scent that immediately put everyone on edge. Max's eyes sharpened the moment he sensed it.
Far in the distance, dark shapes began to move across the landscape. The ground rumbled with a steady vibration, growing louder with every heartbeat. The sounds of guttural snarls, clattering armor, and monstrous footsteps echoed across the plains.
Shadows spread across the horizon like a rising storm. One after another, figures emerged from the distortion of heat and distance, forming dark silhouettes that grew clearer as they approached.
"Demons! Demons are here!" A scout came shouting into the camps. Hearing him, all the geniuses became alert and looked out. They saw demons.
