Future

Gazing at the battlefield from the bird's eye view high above, I could see countless lifeless bodies littering the blood-soaked ground, their uniforms bearing the unmistakable emblem of Fragmental, the continent inhabited by humans, elves and dwarves.

Strangely, all of the fallen soldiers shared the same allegiance, fighting on one side.

It was as if a merciless horde of monsters had swept through the ranks, leaving behind a trail of torn and mangled corpses.

However, there was not a single trace of the enemy amidst the chaos. Not a single carcass or sign of their presence.

It was as if the Soldiers fought against Shadows...

"Tell... me why did you betray us?!"

My gaze was drawn toward Drake, who was currently beneath the Demon's ominous shadow. 

I shouldn't call him Demon, should I?

No... he was a Fallen Angel.