The tension in the air was palpable as the stronghold leaders and civilians watched the demon army approach from the distance. Fein stood among them, his shadow army ready for battle.
One of the leaders spoke up, "This is it. The demons have arrived at our doorstep."
Another added, "We cannot afford to lose this battle. If we do, the other strongholds will fall as well."
Fein remained silent, his eyes fixed on the approaching demon army. He could see the banners of various demon factions waving in the wind.
As the demon army drew closer, they could see the demons themselves, their demonic features twisted in a cruel and malevolent manner.
One of the civilians gasped, "They're hideous! How can we defeat them?"
