Back at the fortress, a few days ago, Cliff was training with his companions to perfect his skills and master his body, which were, incidentally, his greatest weaknesses.
He had never experienced a battlefield in his old world; he had discovered everything here in this forest. His experiences so far were more like those of a slaughterhouse: the creatures he fought weren't very intelligent, and he only had to swing his saber to harvest lives like a reaper.
But the imminent war promised to be terrifying, several times bloodier than the previous horde, where waves of monsters came from all sides, but they were only low-ranked creatures. This time, the war was of a completely different scale, with demon-ranked creatures and even scourges joining the fight for southern sovereignty. Cliff dreaded being caught between all these domains that would attack the cursed serpent's domain.
