The Demon Tide

Adam, Garduck, and his demonic division charged at the walls, their fierce roars echoing their thunderous stomps. Their momentum unstoppable, they knocked the arrows targeting them off course and shattered the burning wood like a dark spear.

Through the opening, ash and dust, they glared at the human soldiers shivering before their appearances.

For this realm's native demons were the epitome of corruption—an evil they had to obliterate before it spread like a contagious disease that would contaminate them all.

But when faced with the challenge, they gulped at their reputation and felt its invisible weight press on their tetanised limbs.

However, their pupils constricted at the demon leader's proud figure. Instead of seeing him behead their companions like the infernal beast he was, he walked through the opening slowly.