The narrowest section of the Valley of the Fallen Titan appeared even more constricted as the army of demons advanced.
The arrival of the army had compressed the space once vast valley now felt confined and suffocating.
After the alarms and all the preparation, the humans didn't have to wait a long before they could see the army of demons.
With an alarming speed, the demonic horde closed in on the fortress, the distance between them diminishing rapidly.
A mere 400 meters separated the two sides, and that gap was shrinking with every passing moment.
The humans on the spacious fortress ramparts stood tense, gazing upon the impending battlefield—an expansive canvas of impending chaos and carnage.
The air thickened with sweat and magic on the human side, mingling with the scent of blood and death from the demons. This heavy, ominous mixture hung over the field like a suffocating fog.
