The moment the day was laced with darkness, the demons—just like every other night—surged forward. Their numbers were only three-fourths of what they once were; however, it would be foolish to assume that they had grown any weaker. The war itself was nurturing the remaining demons, helping them grow at a terrifying pace.
From the human side, the soldiers also surged forward, clashing against the demons with ever-high morale and enthusiasm, all thanks to Taranis' speech.
Taranis and his platoon left the wall as well, advancing onto the battlefield. Unlike two and a half years ago, Taranis no longer fought at the far edges of the battlefield where weaker demons swarmed. His place had become irreplaceable near the center, where demons possessing catastrophic strength were stationed.
Drawing his sword, Taranis began a brutal and terrifying dance of lightning and steel, cutting through the ranks of demons with a mere swing.
"T-the Lightning God has appeared!"
