Every moment, demons were being blasted by spells, yet they had no way out. Under the relentless command of the Dreadlord, they advanced with heads bowed.
As they traversed a ring of storms and caught sight of the archipelago in the distance, they finally breathed a sigh of relief, only for flames of hatred to ignite in their eyes.
Damn it, anyone would be furious after being bombarded from above for days. They were itching to flatten this territory and annihilate everything on it, venting their anger fiercely.
Balzarna's order to advance did nothing to quell the soldiers' resentment. Seeing the morale of the army rise, he nodded in approval.
The soldiers' morale was usable.
Without hesitation, he ordered, "Lead your soldiers and launch the attack immediately!"
One by one, demon leaders each led their respective armies to attack.
