Poisoned by Hatred.

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The difference in strength for the beginning of the seven months of winter were not that great and noticeable, but as the eighth month arrived, the demons started to exhibit more freocity, as they usually would, winter was the hardest, they would be more aggressive because of the cold weather which hampered their enemies, and this time that scale of aggression completely broke.

"Our darkest days are still ahead." Sol stood at the head of the army, with Griffon to his right and Jun on his left, staring at the horde of sword demons screeching as they approached, heading the charge was a strange one he had never seen before, commanding them to spread out. "That must be one of their generals."

"Do you suppose killing it will deter their advance?" Jun asked, fixing her winter coat and looking at Sol as fresh snow fell on her lashes and the cold winds brushed pass them.