The demon city of Acier was enveloped in a gloomy atmosphere ever since the raid that had taken place a few weeks back.
Although regular mortal citizens hadn't been harmed due to both the separation of city layers and the consideration of the invading forces, a large portion of the demons' combat power had been destroyed by the battle.
And with the excitement of the outside forces as they left the city, news that even an Apostle and Demon King had fallen in the battle couldn't be suppressed. The faith the demons had in their Apostles had begun to falter slightly.
In this atmosphere, the once lively first layer had lost its original charm, but the citizens continued their day-to-day lives. There was nothing else they could do.
"Sigh, how did it become like this? Since when were we ever on the losing side?"
A guard who was patrolling the entrance to the mountain sighed to himself. In recent days, his job had become much more grueling.
