138 Prince of Hell, Astaroth

"Where here!!!!!" Reina cried, leaping up like a willful child. She stared up high towards the wall blanketed by archers and mages. Inscriptions lined the wall, glistering multicolored light. Below stood a large battalion of light and heavy infantry, riders armed with spears, axes, glaives, pikes, and tridents. 

Seven large azure Mana Flames burned on pyres, resisting the black rain, lighting the city in a radiant glow. 

"Wow!" Reina cried in awe. Taken by the vast army of eight thousand strong. She trotted forward with Kirr and Jorm by her side and Kuu on her head, following behind a merchant caravan being checked by Forwin Guardsman. When they were done and allowed in, Reina strode forward. 

"Remove your Mask, and state your purpose!" One of the guardsmen, a gaunt old man with a beard of grey, ordered.