After the Fireball, groups of Little Demons began to emerge from the Teleportation Gate. These Monsters, no taller than Human children and fiery Red all over, huddled together could barely be called an army, but by sheer numbers alone, they sufficed to cover the sky and earth. Ben, holding Antitina, looked up to see a vast, horrifying ocean of dark red, like Red paint rolling up without touching the green color palette.
Countless Little Demons flapped their fleshy wings clumsily and flew up dozens of meters high. For a moment, the entire battlefield rose from the ground as if a sudden tidal wave had erupted, with the ground and sky left only with a locust-like swarm of Little Demons obscuring everything.
The noble daughter's breath almost stopped in fear, her fingertips whitening as she clung tightly to Ben's shoulder. In an instant, the Little Demons, like a giant wave, swept down, frightening her into closing her eyes and turning her head toward Ben's chest.
