Facing the overwhelming Abyssal Army, the thirty thousand defenders of Ed Castle were like rotten wood in a flood, crumbling at the first charge.
Over an hour of high-intensity slaughter had long since drained Baron Ed of his stamina. He leaned on his Longsword, protected by his Personal Guard, gasping for breath as he knelt on one knee.
Baron Ed's somewhat clouded eyes swept across the battlefield, where soldiers were being slaughtered one after another.
If he were twenty years younger, he swore he would tear these beasts from the Abyss to shreds with his own hands! But at seventy, as a Mortal, he was long past the age of fighting on the battlefield.
As one of his Personal Guard tried to block a Convicted Demon's Chain Hammer, his Iron Shield caved in, and with a wretched scream, he was sent flying.
Baron Ed struggled to raise his head.
