"This is trouble..." Zabdel whispered in a grim, despairing tone.
One would normally chastise a grown man his age for showing such childlike fear, especially when he was the leader of Adventurers—fierce men who were said to scorn death.
However, one look at the sight the Vice Guildmaster witnessed would make any sane person tremble.
An army of menacing demons were closing in on his City... and Zabdel could do nothing about it.
"Who would have thought they would gather so soon?" The Vice Guildmaster was standing on the sturdy wall that surrounded the Adventurers City. He could see a great deal from where he stood, and things were definitely not looking pretty.
Seemingly overnight, the demon army had converged, merging in four equally devastating groups.
They previously had ten camps, but the army had decided to merge their forces to deliver a more crushing blow.
The North, South, East, and West, were the targets, and the demon army was closing in on them every second.
