The Devil Horde Marches.
The world had since fallen into a state of stagnation...
Ever since the Celestials who ruled it consolidated their rule, it would be fair to say it didn't move forward, or backward.
The Devils had been defeated, driven to a forgotten corner of the world, and left to lick their wounds. If they knew what was good for them, they wouldn't attack ever again.
However, as the season changes, so do the dealings of mortals...
At some point in time, the Devils had found a way to propagate themselves on this planet.
Now, hordes of these once mighty creatures attacked the human settlements. But to what end?
Almost every single time they attacked, they were either soundly defeated or were forced into a disgraceful defeat.
However, the Devils had a reason for these periodic attacks...
"Well, two reasons, actually..." The old man said, rubbing his temple.