In the depths of the Demon Beast Mountain Range, the leader of the Hell Mages, Asmode, stood in the shadows, his expression dark as ink.
He wore a black robe, and his long hair flowed over his shoulders like a dark mist.
In his deep-set eyes, anger and disappointment flickered, seemingly capable of devouring all surrounding light.
"Damn those lowly wretches!" Asmode growled through gritted teeth.
Not long ago, he received intelligence — the Wizard Alliance had united with the Sea Race, Elf Race, and Dragon Race and launched an attack on the Demon Beast Mountain Range.
"How dare they oppose us!"
He suddenly turned around, looking at the dozen Hell Mages gathered behind him, their faces showing fear and trepidation.
"You useless lot didn't even notice their movements in advance! Are you all just here for nothing?"
The Hell Mages looked at each other, some even lowering their heads, not daring to meet Asmode's gaze.
