As the light sunk into the opening of the Old Generation's cave to bath the hidden city with sun lays of the afternoon, thousands of succubi stood motionless, their gazes fixed on that opening as if waiting for some kind of a special guest to enter through it.
Brunos was there, too, standing on a raised platform and confused by their actions. If he could guess, he would say they were about to attack the Crimson Castle... at least judging by their outfits. However, he couldn't quite understand why they seemed to be waiting for someone... or something.
'Don't stress yourself!'
Unlike the day he first entered this cave, now everyone was clad in armor, be it shining or lusterous, dark or bright. They wielded weapons of all kinds, from bows to swords, spears to scythes. This war was surely going to be lethal and brutal.
