In a week, the joint forces of the enemy had arrived. In a single breath, the central plains of the continent were covered by a legion of enemy forces that was as vast as the endless seas. The forces of the immortal empire stood at the walls and watched with worried expressions on their faces, especially since the undead army which used to swarm the entire empire and its borders, numbered in millions suddenly vanished out of sight.
At this moment, these people realized something…
Damon Ross, the death mage and the human they all present for creating this paradise they live in, has turned his back on them and is willing to watch them die.
"Please reconsider!"
Gerald Gyro was on his knees and bowed with his head slamming into the ground without hesitation. The enemy forces were numbered in tens of millions since there was the entire population of all the other races living outside the central continent.