Aint, Luina, and other first-year students gazed at the vast plain spread out below the castle walls.
And there they were.
Growl—
Grr—
A massive horde of monsters raising dust. Magical beasts. And at the end.
He stood there.
["...A demon? This is absurd..."
"A real demon? Haha, we're all going to die...!"
"We need to escape!"
"Is escape even possible?"]
Everyone trembled in fear before the overwhelming magical contamination and presence.
'A real demon?'
Gerhard was astonished, his mind reeling as the full implications of what he witnessed burned into his consciousness. The demon summoned this time was quite different from the previous one—an entity that radiated a malevolence so thick it seemed to distort the very air around it.
Unlike Andromalius, it wasn't alone.
Thousands, perhaps tens of thousands. It was a legion commander leading a horde of monsters and magical beasts that filled the plain.
