Death of the Gods

The blood-red moonlight guided our way. The high density of the Chaos Abyss' taint became immeasurable. Seeing the beasts on the ground run amok, even the most optimistic people would feel tense.

Today was the third day after the demon wave explosively arrived. According to our plans, we were supposed to arrive to help the elves tonight. However, plans were forever flexible. We had also met with several obstructions on the way here. It would be quite fortunate already if we could arrive by tomorrow morning.

It seemed that the flying demons and demon dragons that came to obstruct us weren't targeting us specifically. These flying magical demonic beasts had likely just instinctively attacked us. But, since they were only attacking our airship squadron one at a time or in small numbers, this was nothing more than complete suicide on their part.