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“Hiyaahhh!”

A deafening roar erupted from the depths of the forest. The sound was so loud it seemed to tear the sky apart. The world churned and spun as a massive shockwave spread outward, shaking the land like an earthquake.

The demonic army surged forward.

Countless creatures burst from the forest like a black tide. Winged demons took to the sky, blotting out the light. Massive beasts charged on all fours, their footsteps cracking the earth. Humanoid demons marched in formation, carrying corrupted weapons that pulsed with dark power.

Their combined aura was overwhelming.

It pressed down on the land like a collapsing mountain.

Rayon watched the army advance, his expression grim yet excited.

Damor looked at the scene with a satisfied smile.

“We have had enough fun,” he said calmly.

His eyes burned with ambition as he stared toward the Frontier.

“Within two… no, within one month, I will crush Frontier completely,” Damor declared.

“I will tear it apart and open the path for the Demonic Lands to stand toe to toe with humans.”

Rayon clenched his fists and shouted, “For that, we still need to take out that Legendary realm guardian.”

Damor did not even look at him. He simply patted his own chest with confidence.

“Didn’t I already say it?” Damor replied coldly. “Just leave it to me.”

As the demonic army marched forward, the mist slowly closed in behind them, and the forest fell silent once more.

……

Though the call for surrender from Frontier had already been sent out, the Empires still did not make a move. Days passed, then weeks, and still nothing. The silence pressed down on the land like a suffocating fog. It was not peace. It was hesitance, sharp and dangerous, tightening like a noose around Frontier’s throat.

This was never simply about sending troops to occupy a weakened territory.

Every Empire understood the deeper meaning. If one of them moved first, would the others truly sit and watch while a rival swallowed such a vast and strategic land? No one believed that.

Borders would be redrawn. Trade routes would bend. Influence would shift. That single move could ignite a chain reaction no one could control. That fear alone froze everyone in place.

Arcadia’s conquest in the past had gone smoothly because the other four Empires never truly acknowledged it as an Empire. To them, Arcadia was still a Kingdom with slightly more strength than usual. Even with Ruthiana’s support, they believed Arcadia’s rise had limits. It was not enough to threaten their long standing balance of power.

But Frontier was different.

Frontier was a shield land, a buffer soaked in blood for generations. If Frontier fell into one Empire’s hands, the balance would tilt violently. Military pressure would increase on every neighboring border. Supply lines would change. Old treaties would become meaningless. No one wanted to be the one left behind when that happened.

Everyone wanted to devour the pie of land slowly slipping away.

But no one wanted to act first.

It became a cruel game of patience and waiting, a silent standoff played out in council halls and sealed chambers. The one who lost patience and moved first would expose themselves to retaliation from the rest.

And the price of this game was paid by the innocent and the common people of Frontier.

Far from royal halls and negotiation tables, screams tore through the air.

“Ahhh!”

“Save us!”

“Please, anyone!”

Villages burned as demonic forces swept through them. Wooden homes collapsed under clawed feet. Stone walls cracked and crumbled. Fields that once fed entire towns were trampled into mud mixed with blood and ash. Thick smoke rose into the sky, turning daylight into a dim, choking twilight. The smell of burning flesh, spilled entrails, and fear clung to everything.

Unlike demonic beasts that killed and bulldozed everything in their path, these demons were different.

They enjoyed it.

“Keke… why are you running?” a demon laughed, dragging a man by his leg as his nails scraped against the ground.

“Have some fun here, kid!” another shouted, kicking a wounded boy so hard that bones snapped with a wet sound.

“I heard the more we traumatize them, the better they taste,” a horned demon said, licking its lips as it pressed a claw against a screaming woman’s cheek.

“Yeah, I heard that too,” another replied with a grin full of jagged teeth. “Let’s see if it’s true.”

They did not kill quickly.

They broke arms and legs first. They carved slowly, letting pain stretch on. They laughed while people begged and prayed. They tore families apart in front of each other just to hear the screams grow louder and more desperate. Fear was a seasoning to them.

A demon grabbed a small child by the arm and lifted him up.

The child cried and reached out, his fingers shaking, his voice hoarse from screaming.

The demon tossed him lightly into the air, as if playing a game, its eyes gleaming with cruel amusement.

Just as it was about to catch him again, a flash of light tore through the air.

Slash!

The demon was split cleanly in half before it could even react. Its body fell apart, blood spraying across the ground.

“Yaaahhh!”

Screams of pain erupted as a blade whizzed through the battlefield. Demons were cut apart as if something invisible was carving through them, leaving nothing but shredded bodies behind.

A human figure landed among the corpses.

He had long white hair that flowed behind him like a banner stained by war. His armor was cracked and battered, soaked dark with blood, but his posture was firm and unyielding. In his hand was a sword wrapped in an extraordinary shine, its light cutting through smoke and shadow like a beacon.

“Leave the kids, you sick bastards,” he shouted, his voice cold and sharp.

He swung his blade.

A massive arc of sword light surged forward, ripping through demons in a straight line. Bodies were torn apart. Limbs flew into the air. The ground split under the force of the strike.

Behind him, human knights poured in.

Shields raised and swords drawn. Faces twisted with rage, fear, and desperate resolve. Some were wounded while some were shaking. But they charged anyway.

The white haired man moved first.

He rushed ahead, his sword flashing again and again. Each strike was heavy and precise, aimed only to kill. Demons screamed as their bodies were cleaved open. Some tried to block. Some tried to flee. The moment his blade touched them, their defense shattered like glass.

“What the hell!”

“An Advanced rank knight with such fierceness?”

“Who is he?”

Most people awakened Aura only after reaching Master rank. Seeing an Advanced rank knight wielding Aura so naturally was enough to chill even demons.

But this man was no ordinary Advanced rank.

A dense and chilling killing intent poured out from him, spreading across the battlefield like an invisible tide. It pressed down on demons, making their limbs feel heavy. Their instincts screamed danger.