It was a town that barely held its own against the forces of Drax, yet it was far from over. As the dust settled and what was left of his enemies fell back to regroup, it was then that this sinking feeling in his stomach arose-that this was only just the beginning. There was more, darker, waiting to strike. He could smell it in the air-a shadow lurking just beyond this battlefield.
Much later, when most of the fires had burned to a low and survivors were catching rest where they could, Alex sat alone in the silent corner of the town's makeshift command center. His mind was racing, running over every possibility, every strategy. Drax had retreated, but Alex knew the Demon King would not let this go. They would surely have drawn the attention of their real enemy by surviving and repelling the general's forces. And that simply meant the real battle was closing in.
As he was lost in thought, the familiar ping of the system echoed in his mind.
