The earth rumbled violently as the massive demonic horde marched through the narrow pass between the towering Twin Peaks. Despite the tight constraints of the path, hundreds of demons pressed forward, their claws scraping against the steep mountain slopes as they climbed, while others trudged through the narrow valley below.
Each row of demons carried hundreds of them, tightly packed together, and still, the horde stretched for kilometers—a seemingly endless tide of grotesque creatures. Their guttural growls and menacing presence filled the air, making it clear how overwhelming their numbers were.
At the back of the army, the Abyssal demon that commanded them all watched the march with a cold, murderous gaze. His massive form towered over the demons beneath him, his eyes locked on the distant mountain with hunger and excitement, every step pushing him closer to his goal.
