Atrox, still feeling melancholy after the majority of the demons had left, couldn't believe that his God MorningStar would send adversities at such a time. Not now when the morale of his few men were at their lowest, not now when he had yet to grasp the full understanding of running a demon.
With gritted teeth Atrox summoned a crystal ball to see the situation. With exaggerated eyes, Atrox's eyes almost bulged out of his head when he saw that an entire army was already breathing down his neck.
The intruders weren't the usual one or two rag tag group of wonders that he had seen Bliss deal with countless times. No, it was far worse.
