Covering the plains below, marching along wide stone roads, and laboring around massive alchemical structures were thousands upon thousands of demons.
Horned behemoths clad in dark steel, four-armed shadow stalkers gliding through the tree lines, flame-wreathed infernal brutes tending the magma channels, and legions of disciplined soldiers stood organized in immaculate, military precision.
In Caeloria, and across the entire mortal realm, demons were viewed as the ultimate existential plague.
Monsters of pure corruption that were to be exterminated on sight with extreme prejudice.
"Demons..." Sylvea Starling shrieked, clutching the fabric of her gown in sheer panic as she stumbled backward against the rock. "It's an abyssal nest! We've been brought into the depths of a demon nest!"
Calix Meridan drew his rapier halfway from its sheath, his knuckles white, his amber eyes darting frantically across the horizon.
