In the heart of the Evil Domain, the Demonic Fiend Fortress, the Fiend Race's stronghold, stood like a majestic volcano. Carved from elemental volcanic stone, it radiated a fiery crimson glow, and its runic craftsmanship made it seem alive.
Today, the Demonic Fiend Fortress was enshrouded in solemn silence, and deadly killing intent was palpable in the air. The reason was simple: countless Fiends gathered at the fortress's entrance with all kinds of war weapons and mounts.
Not only that but even outside the fortress, the subordinary races of the Evil Domain had been gathering, waiting for the Fiends' command. It was a terrifying army representing over 30% might of the Dark Beings residing in the Great Cosmic Continent of Sagittarius!
They had been preparing for this day for some time. Today was the day of departure, and their target…
