Knowing all this at this moment, what does it matter? He no longer has the ability to pass on this message; he can only carry it to his grave.
Cold wind and rain battered its body as the demon emerged from the research zone, once again drenched in the downpour.
Its hideous and terrifying form could no longer be recognized, while in the farthest reaches of its sight, beneath that somewhat laughable barrier, people still held their ground.
When they ran out of ammunition, they'd take up folding blades, and if those dulled, they'd use shards of steel to strike, fighting to the end like primitive beings battling with stones.
They guarded this storm-drenched stronghold, the final barrier, while the Armors of Original Sin continued their onslaught, moving and slaying amidst the fiery rain.
The demon clad in iron armor showed signs of weakness as the wounds widened continuously; now it just needed a force capable of a killing blow, but the current firepower was insufficient.
