The scent of blood wafted in the village.
The sounds of battle echoed as the few remaining Awakeners attempted to resist the onslaught of demons.
Unfortunately, the war went as expected.
People began falling soon after the battle commenced. The fallen did not even having the chance to exchange their lives with that of the demons.
If it were a few days ago, such a scene would have caused the tribe members to despair. Some of them would have started to flee.
Yet, a flicker of hope flashed within the villagers' eyes.
They were waiting. Waiting for the savior in the legends to appear.
Minutes passed. Blood turned into rivers. Corpses piled on top of each other.
The hope in the villagers' eyes began to fade away.
Just as they were starting to think that the rumors were wrong and that there was no such thing, a deafening roar suddenly shook the heavens.
Time seemed to have paused.
Whether it was the humans or the demons, they were all frozen in place.
