Battle In Westmont
Some Hours Earlier
The doors of the Mercenary office building slammed open with a deafening crash, startling everyone inside.
Bang!
Two mercenaries, drenched in sweat and panting heavily, stumbled in, their faces pale with fear and urgency.
"What's the meaning of this?" one of the clerks demanded, rising from her desk, but the older of the two mercenaries cut her off with a desperate shout.
"Demons!" he bellowed. "The demons are upon us! Hundreds of them—coming from every direction!"
The room fell silent for a moment as the weight of his words sank in. Then, chaos erupted. Mercenaries scrambled to gather their gear and alert others in the town. Arielle, who had been sitting near the counter reviewing some documents, shot to her feet.
"Are you certain?" she asked, her tone sharp and commanding.