Far from there, behind the mountains that separate the 'good' race from the 'evil' race, a large army was already waiting, neatly lined up while gripping large axes with sharp iron spikes on their blades. Their armor was dark gray iron, adorned with white lines on each outer side, reflecting both ferocity and a bloodthirsty race. None of the armor was free from battle scars, whether dents, deep scratches, or missing and destroyed parts due to combat.
However, despite that, there was no doubt in those glowing orange eyes. All of them stared straight ahead, looking at a horde of monsters ranging from Blue to Golden Core level, running toward them while roaring.
