Beastman Army
The old Beastman's left hand was pressed against his bloody chest, while his right hand was holding a two-meter-long silver battleaxe. The axe's blade had a handful of nicks, but it wasn't clear what had caused the damage. There were also drops of purple blood dripping down from it.
There was a large battlefield behind the old Beastman with several meteors raining down. Deafening rumbles and warcries could be heard coming from the crystal ball.
The old Beastman looked tired, and his voice was filled with exhaustion.
"People from the future, I am Leksa. If you can see the image I left behind, please remember what I'm about to say.
"The Greater Demon Overlord is too powerful. We went all-out, but we weren't able to resist. We sacrificed countless heroes without being able to kill it. We can't even suppress it.
