I went to the next forte, and the next one, and the one after. All the fortes I visited had the same arrangement, with rows upon rows of giant demons standing in front of the forte, guarding it.
Every forte was strangely the same, as they were all five layered fortes, filled with a huge army of strong players.
I sighed, as I was going to inspect the last forte, feeling somehow helpless. That last forte was on a lake, taking a huge island there entirely for its own.
As I went above it, things seemed quite not right!
The army of giant demons stretched in rows as before, looking with extreme vigilance towards the front, but they were already standing on the water surface of the lake!
That wasn't right, absolutely not right at all!
"What is going on? Were all the previous fortes illusion?" I muttered, before I decided to take out my calibre sword, and threw an attack over the forte.
