Demonic sigils and banners bearing the insignia of high ranking demon nobles marked the encampment. Fluttering in the wind above them all, was one flag more ominous and majestic than the others— the Demon Lord of Envy's banner.
Simon narrowed his eyes, he was finally here. The Demon Lord of Envy, the Second Apex War, the Seraphim of Honor… the historia will soon start to move and the events of the past will be reenacted once again.
He needed to prevent that to clear the trial. Taking a steadying breath, he flew down and approached the gates of the horde's fortress.
As the entire valley was covered in a powerful magical array, anything foreign that flew up was quickly shot down making the place an anti flight area. Thanks to that, Simon had to approach the place on foot.
"You there human, halt!!"
