A dull sound echoed through the air, accompanied by howls and metallic clinks. Panic was evident in the hurried movements of the soldiers around him. Seth could barely keep up with their pace as they scrambled to form defensive lines.
He remained frozen for a moment, watching the organized chaos. The horns continued to blare, their echoes spreading through the forest. Each note seemed to pound his skull, fueling his desire to join the battle.
Yet he knew he couldn't. His place was at the rear, with his team, far from the frontlines where the awakened were facing the enemy's wave.
However, as he watched the army of demons emerge from the edge of the trees, a deep anger took hold of him. These creatures no longer seemed bestial or chaotic. They advanced in formation, disciplined and relentless.
Seth squinted. No monsters this time. No raging beasts. Just demons, their dark silhouettes contrasting with the pale light of the dawning day.
