"Reporting to Count Nergal. Our forces are being pushed back on the eastern front. The mermaids from the eastern sea have got the upper hand with their Icicle Leviathons. Our 6th army of Vulcan Nosferatus has been frozen completely by those creatures.
We need urgent reinforcements, sir."
A short-statured but bulky devil, with molten lava flowing out of his cracked skin and wings on veiny throbbing, eerie red wings on his back, relayed the status of the ongoing war to his superior while kneeling on the ground.
Count Nergal's countenance scrunched into a mix of anger and frustration.
First, his phantom in that damnable world was destroyed by a brat who got a patron from the Continent of Jotunheim, which resulted in him being subjected to his benevolent lord's ire.
