The three Ash Guard ships pulverized the Demons blocking their path and sped into the Net Path entrance.
The Punisher Ship gradually lifted off. Raphael gripped the edge of the hatch, his gaze sweeping over the Barge Port, which was as massive as a city.
Abyssal Demons poured out of the Net Path like an endless, crimson tide, densely packed into every inch of the port.
The bodies piled up into mountains, too numerous to be cleared.
Rivers of blood converged into lakes.
The Battle Banner of the Bloodsucker Legion was planted atop a low hill of skulls, while the roars of Commanding Mages and Demons rose and fell in waves.
And beneath his feet.
The last line of defense at Port One had shrunk to less than fifty meters. Only a hundred or so Mortal Soldiers remained. With the help of Reinhardt and Second Company Commander Stearns, they fought to the death, holding back the beasts of the Abyss from reaching the Punisher Ship.
