The dark skies above Franza were marred with billowing smoke and the fumes from burning buildings; the demons attacked far harder this night than the divines or even Zell could have imagined.
No matter how many small gates he closed, there were still more than 40 left; but with the demons hiding within them, nothing could destroy them, which was in his country alone.
Standing atop a large apartment complex, Zell stood with his body covered in light wounds, scars and blood. The charred scales from his flames testify to his night fighting the demons.
'This is far worse than I could have imagined...' He thought; the scales on his face and body slowly retracted, showing his bruised and battered body.
"This is only Franza... What about the places where someone like me wasn't crushing the smaller ones? How many people died tonight..."
Zell's voice was deep before he began to realise another fearsome thing.
