As he lifted his head, silhouettes appeared on the horizon. They emerged from the trenches, their shadowy forms outlined against the crimson glow of the underground explosions.
These creatures were not like the demons he had fought earlier. No, they were different—larger, more terrifying, and their aura radiated raw, chaotic energy.
The worst-case scenario had come to pass: the Scourges had joined the battle.
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The enemy had abandoned their initial strategy and decided to risk everything. They had unleashed their greatest weapons.
The dreaded Scourges.
Renald knew little about them. Even the tales of his ancestors held no concrete information on these creatures. All he knew was that they belonged to the fourth class. Their power was immeasurable, and their skills, varied and mastered with a precision beyond human comprehension.
