"Charge…"
"Roar!"
Troops of Light and Dark Demon-Hunter Sorcerers commanded a mighty army of hundreds and thousands of soul slaves, like roaring tides gushing towards the Acraepoid army.
Dark Sorcerers rose high up in the sky one by one, transforming each of them into burning meteors with trailing tails, they tore through the sky and sped downwards towards the towers of Fiery Burrows which were thousands of meters tall, the once rich and wealthy Darkborne Kingdom.
"You!"
Following the cruel orders of the Black Isotta Stigmata Sorcerer, the Acraepoid King felt that he had betrayed the great Acraepoid's will and dignity, fooled completely by the other party, an indescribable feeling of humiliation and anger started to implode inside the Acraepoid King.
"Roar! You evil sorcerer, if it's a war you want, it's a war you'll get! You shall receive the rage of the great Acraepoid will!"
